Butler Santana just assumed it was a polite remark; regardless, Sylvan Cheney's personality has changed quite a bit now.
"Mr. Cheney, it's still raining outside. Take care; Little Clementine is fine, don't worry about it. Your wife is about to give birth, right? She should be a very pretty little girl," Butler Santana spoke sincerely.
Sylvan Cheney was naturally handsome, as could be seen from Mr. Chale Cheney and Little Clementine.
Erin Janus wasn't bad-looking either. Their child is mixed-race, definitely good-looking.
Sylvan Cheney stayed silent, his eyes only fixed on the elevator buttons.
The elevator buttons kept flashing, the numbers constantly changing, and his eyes showed a clear shimmer, like the white frost of an autumn night.
"Mr. Cheney, your coat..."
"No need to return it."
"Oh, alright, I understand." Butler Santana didn't say much more.
The elevator came down just in time.
Sylvan Cheney stepped inside, and the elevator doors closed.
