Summer Sutton stood quietly by the side, watching the scene unfold, finding the grandfather-grandson duo quite amusing.

She never imagined that Manuel Ink, whom she had always seen as unapproachable, could be so direct in his sarcasm.

Manuel Ink briefly checked the car’s condition and made a call to his subordinates.

A few minutes later, a group of bodyguards came over and collectively pushed the car out of the water.

Old Master Ink had just been in a car accident, yet he seemed to have learned nothing, getting back into the driver’s seat on the way home.

"Everyone, get in." Turning his head, he glanced at the few people standing outside the car.

Manuel Ink gave him some respect and bent over to get in.

Seeing him get in, Summer Sutton was afraid of being left behind and missing him, so before Manuel Ink could speak, she quickly bent down and followed suit.

She moved so quickly that Old Master Ink clicked his tongue in admiration.

After Summer Sutton had settled in, he unexpectedly said, "Do you know that every day when I drive, I get into several accidents?"

Summer Sutton looked up at him, seemingly frightened by his words, her face a bit pale.

Impossible, right?

"Just today, there have already been two." The Old Master raised his hand to gesture, watching her reaction without a hint of expression.

Summer Sutton was genuinely scared by him; she cherished her life dearly. Back home, Adrian Walyon was still waiting for her, and Adrian’s leg injury was completely dependent on her—she couldn’t afford to be in any accidents.

Old Master Ink’s words made her nerves tense.

Old Master Ink seemed satisfied with her frightened expression, lightly humming to himself, and continued driving.

The Ink Family actually had drivers—and not just one.

Despite his age, Old Master Ink insisted on driving himself, clearly making driving a source of enjoyment.

Summer Sutton even suspected that he had a peculiar fondness for strolling around on rainy days, or that he purposely chose rainy days to drive out, purely to prove his driving skills.

Although his words might have been more to scare Summer Sutton, his driving skills actually weren’t all that impressive either.

Even on this road through the garden, he almost hit a tree several times.

Summer Sutton sat in the back, tightly grasping the handle the whole time.

Luckily, the trip was short, sparing her from prolonged torment.

After getting out, Manuel Ink walked ahead, ignoring Old Master’s intentions.

Summer Sutton quickly followed, and once inside the living room, she started discussing his leg injury treatment with him.

"Adrian, what do you think about what I mentioned earlier? I know your Ink Family doesn’t help people easily, but if you’re willing to help, we can negotiate any terms."

Before Manuel Ink could respond, Old Master Ink interjected, "You? What terms can you offer him?"

Without much thought, Summer Sutton blurted out, "I can offer half of Morningview Group’s assets."

"Do you think he values that money?" Old Master Ink retorted.

Summer Sutton was struck dumb by his question.

Old Master Ink rubbed his chin, scrutinizing her seriously before saying, "Or do you think you and this kid are so close that he’d give away the results of decades of research and investment at home, just because of your word?"

"..." Summer Sutton was at a loss for words again.

She wasn’t that close to Manuel Ink...

Old Master Ink squinted his eyes, seemingly pondering something, and suddenly changed his tone, "But then..."