But if this matter is not thoroughly investigated, the person hiding behind it would be like a sword hanging over Helen lendy’s head, ready to plunge down at any mont if she’s not careful.
Since danger is inevitable, it’s better to confront it in broad daylight; at least, this way, they won’t be too passive.
Harry Hall shared his thoughts with Helen lendy, and Helen was thinking the sa, so she nodded and said:
"Then let’s truthfully report the findings to Edward Smith."
"Alright, I’ll call Edward Smith right away."
New Horse, Smith Group.
"Young Master, you were looking for ?"
Edward Smith’s gaze, calm and unwavering, fixed on the tall and burly man before him.
The man was wearing a camouflage uniform, his eyes reflecting inherent resilience and resolve.
"I originally had you follow the Young Master. What have you been helping him with?"
The man paused a bit, yet his gaze was clear and transparent, without a hint of deceit.
"The Young Master’s life is relatively simple; most of the ti he stays in the lab. My job is just to ensure his safety."
"Is that so?"
Edward Smith’s eyebrows revealed a hint of severity, "What else? Has he asked you to do anything else?"
The man looked at Edward Smith, seemingly puzzled by Edward’s intent, a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"Young Master, when you arranged for to be with the Young Master, you said to follow all his orders and not report to you. Why the change now..."
Edward frowned upon hearing this.
Nightingale, whom he had rescued from the battlefield back in Afghanistan.
To repay the kindness of saving his life, Nightingale has been working by his side ever since.
Nightingale is a person of resourcefulness, bravery, and knows how to be patient and strategize.
Having soone like that as an assistant is undoubtedly a great asset.
Over the years, Nightingale has helped him a lot; later, seeing his brother Thomas Smith solely focused on drug research, clueless about human relations and neglecting self-care.
He assigned Nightingale to his brother, instructing him to treat Thomas as the master, without reporting anything to him.
Nightingale rembered this well; to him, Edward Smith now is just his master’s brother, without any other identity.
"I’ve found that he’s connected to certain matters, and I’m worried he’s being used. I want to clarify things with you."
Edward’s gaze was sharply focused on Nightingale, saying:
"I sent you to his side to take good care of him, not to watch him stray off path without offering a hand."
Edward spoke harshly, knowing Nightingale wasn’t the type to betray his master and commit wrongdoing.
For two years, he has been watching Helen lendy, likely under Thomas’s orders.
Nightingale is a man of strong principles; since he took Edward’s order to guard and assist Thomas, as a loyal subordinate, it’s impossible for him to sell out Thomas.
Even if the person before him is Thomas’s brother, his forr master.
"Young Master, what matters are you referring to?"
Nightingale looked at Edward Smith, respectful yet dignified.
Edward understands Nightingale’s temperant; he knows no matter what thod he uses, he wouldn’t get a word out of him.
This is the stubborn loyalty he firmly believes in.
Edward tossed a report Harry Hall had left with him on the table before him.
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