Hearing that there seemed to be quite a few stories in Jack’s words, Lord Evans spoke up and said, “It’s okay, it doesn’t matter if it’s long, let’s talk slowly at the dinner table later.”

Lord Evans had just been on death’s door, plus he had serious memory problems, so he knew absolutely nothing about the most lively things in America now. However, he had a deep understanding of Jack and knew that this kid was stubborn and could not give in at any time, so he was even more curious about what he had actually gone through.

Jack knew that it was impossible to explain clearly to Lord Evans in a few words, so he said vaguely, “Okay, uncle, I won’t bother you with my little troubles, I’ll have a drink with you later!”

The Lady said, “Jack, you can’t let your uncle drink, if he drinks again, he might not even recognize me.”

“Yes, yes, yes…” Jack came back to his senses and said busily, “Blame me for not thinking carefully.”

Lord Evans laughed and said, “When I saw this disheveled look on your face I knew that you must have wanted to drink it yourself.”

He said to Desmond and Marcus, “Desmond, Marcus, I will not drink, but later on you two will drink some with Jack.”