Yeah, even James Cliff couldn't understand how Kevin Cliff, who had clearly divorced that mentally ill woman long ago, could still recognize her as his wife nearly five years later. No matter how beautiful that woman was, it wasn't possible for her to have such a miraculous effect on someone, right?
"Young Master James, do you still want this?" The housekeeper, followed by two maids, was helping to clean up. Anything James Cliff said he didn't want was thrown into the basket to be burned.
Now, the people in the Cliff Family were treating Kevin Cliff's words as if they were holy decrees.
James Cliff shot a glare over, snatched the golf art piece from the housekeeper's hands, thought for a moment, and then tossed it into the basket as well.
"Forget it, forget it. Just help me pick a few clothes, and burn the rest!" Overwhelmed by the sight of his many belongings and unsure of where to start, James Cliff waved his hand in irritation and threw himself onto the soft, large bed.
