Maxim Sinclair picked up the box of tea leaves from outside, looking thoughtful: "I remember Old Master Huxley being in good health, no ailments whatsoever, and he's very cautious about his health, with several private doctors at his home, so there's no need for him to be here, is there?"
"You're exaggerating," Grandpa Sinclair replied noncommittally, walking to the side and popping a pastry into his mouth, "I asked him, and right now he only has two personal doctors at home, and they aren't even there 24/7."
Despite those words, Maxim still felt something was off: "Why do I feel like he's intentionally trying to get close to you?"
Grandpa Sinclair was dismissive: "I've been retired for so long, and now the Sinclair Family is under your control. What good does getting close to me do? All I do now is enjoy flowers and fish, without meddling in anything. What's he after?"
"Who knows, maybe there's something valuable about you that you've forgotten, and he's after that."
