When he entered the study,
Kallen first glanced at Earl Recar, who had his arm around the Queen of Vien,
deliberately ignored the black cat,
and finally sat down behind the desk beneath the portrait of the Primordial Ancestor Allen.
Bede, the family head, spread the documents out before Kallen one by one, then stood to the side like a secretary.
Old Anderson sat down opposite Kallen, his hands resting on his cane, his gaze humble and gentle.
Mike remained in his wheelchair. His face made Kallen a little uncomfortable to look at, because the two red cane marks were not symmetrical.
"Young Master Kallen, breakfast will be brought up shortly," Bede said.
Kallen nodded. Looking at the documents covering the desk before him, he asked rather helplessly, "Is there some sort of summary?"
How long would it take to read through all these volumes?
"Yes, I've already prepared one for you." Bede opened the blue folder in the very center and placed it before Kallen.
"Good. Hmm, please sit down too, Mr. Bede."
"No, I prefer standing."
Kallen glanced at Bede. The seat he occupied should actually have belonged to Bede, yet there really was no jealousy or anger to be found in his eyes. Instead, there was a kind of... relief.
After misfortune struck his two elder brothers in succession, he probably really had been forced to take over as family head. For an artist to his very bones, that truly was torment.
Kallen lowered his head and began reading the document before him.
It was a statement of the Allen Family's assets. Bede had probably taken into account that he had no professional background and written it with his ease of reading in mind.
Within York City,
the Allen Family owned twelve apartment buildings;
Kallen deliberately went