Chapter 155
Author: Cy Pen
last update2025-12-31 01:50:02

At that moment, hearing the young master's attempted justification about protecting Black family integrity by excluding "commoners" from their private crisis, Dr. Silver responded with sharp logic that exposed the insult inherent in his classification system.

“Well, since you clearly don't want to invite someone you consider a commoner into your family crisis and emergency situation, then there is absolutely no need for me to come either,” Dr. Silver said with cutting reasoning about the implic
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