Chapter 634

On the other side, at the Wembley residence, an elderly man with white hair sat leisurely on the couch in the main hall. He held a string of rosary beads in his hand, and his expression was calm and unhurried. A woman approached, carrying a tray of coffee, and placed it on the table in front of him. Smiling, she said, "Dad, this is freshly brewed Arabica coffee. Have a taste." The old man hummed in agreement, but his eyes never left his beads. Suddenly, there came a voice from the door. "Well, you old fox, you sure do know how to enjoy yourself." Lawrence looked up and immediately saw Harold and Ben. He smiled and teased, "What ill wind has blown you here?" "What's wrong? Do you not welcome me here?" Harold asked, pretending to be upset. He banged his cane against the floor with a loud thud, the sound echoing through the room and making it tremble slightly. "How can you say that? Come over here and take a seat." Lawrence got up and hurriedly walked over to help Harold to the couc