"What do you think? Didn't it work?" Vincent asked Trey, who had just opened his eyes.
Trey smacked his lips at Vincent's words and fell silent. He quietly put the manual back in the wooden box, then handed it to Vincent.
Vincent took the box, shook his head, and started toward the study door.
But he had only taken one step when Trey spoke again. "Father, aren't you going to tell that person about our family's situation?"
"How should I tell him? I just said something, and he showed no interest in asking questions. He only answers what I ask. What more do you expect me to say?" Vincent said to Trey.
"Ah!"
Trey looked at Vincent in confusion. He never would have thought his father could read so much into one brief exchange.
Still, Trey said, "Father, even if he doesn't bring it up, we can just ask him to help us!"
Vincent shook his head and sighed. "Ask him directly? How? What would we say? There's a saying: family troubles shouldn't be aired in public. He didn't ask, so if I go rushing to tell him, where does that leave my dignity? Besides, he's only your younger brother's teacher. What does he have to do with our family? Why would he help us?"
Trey thought it over, then nodded to show he understood.
Vincent said nothing more and started toward the door again.
Five minutes later, Vincent arrived in the living room with the wooden box. He saw Zhao Nan drinking tea and said, "Lord Zhao Nan, this is the Purple Flame Secret Manual passed down through our Hyde Clan. I'll entrust it to you now."
Zhao Nan took the box from Vincent, opened it, removed the Purple Flame Secret Manual, and began reading.
With his powerful soul,