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The noon sun was somewhat harsh, with little to offer shade on the rooftop.
After ending her phone call, Amelie Quentin stood on the rooftop, her skin reflecting the sunlight.
She stood facing the sun, her eyes downcast, a small shadow formed by her eyelashes at the base of her eyes.
The coquettish demeanor she had displayed just moments ago with Roy Madison had disappeared. Her pink lips were slightly pursed, her expression indescribably melancholic.
Her sister was also allergic to olives and would develop a rash.
She too had said that eating just a bit wasnāt a problem.
Back when she was five years old, in kindergarten, the teacher gave her three pieces of cloud cake. Thinking it was delicious, she saved two for her sister.
After returning home, she eagerly waited for her sister. When her sister came home from school, she presented her with the two pieces of cloud cake like they were treasure.
She informed her sister that she had saved them specially for her.
Not wanting to disappoint her, even though her sister knew she was allergic to olives, she still ate one piece and left one for Amelie Quentin.
As a result, she broke out in a rash that same evening.
That night, no one in the family slept. Her older brother, parents, grandfather, everyone stayed up looking after her sister. Only when the rash that had covered her sisterās body subsided did they all breathe a sigh of relief.
Although no one blamed her, everyone tried to comfort her in the midst of their worry.
Despite this, she continued to cry.
Her sister lay in bed, receiving an IV drip, while holding her hand, reassuring her it was okay, that eating just a bit wouldnāt hurt.
Recalling this, Amelie Quentin checked the time, descended from the rooftop, and headed straight to the medical office.
Clark Manor
After finishing his work, Harton Clark, thinking of Charles Amos who was still at the Clark Manor, decided to return home first.
Upon arriving, he saw Charles was holding up both his little hands, helping his mother with her knitting.
āMom, itās only September, why are you knitting again?ā
Tom Wayne glanced at him, āSo many flowers and plants, donāt they need new clothes for the New Year?ā
Every year, Tom Wayne knitted covers for the various vases in their home.
āUncle Clark.ā Charles called his name,
Harton Clark lightly tousled his hair, then sat down, āWhere is my father?ā
āHeās talking with your brother in the backyard.ā Tom Wayne said, āWhy are you home at this hour? Is something wrong?ā
āYeah,ā Harton Clark looked at Charles, āI need to discuss something with Charles.ā
Charles looked at him.
Tom Wayne also glanced at him. From just that one glance, Tom Wayne understood Harton Clarkās intent.
Harton Clark drew Charles away with him.
The two of them walked side by side in silence, taking a seemingly random path.
One big, one small ā they walked side by side in silence, neither of them speaking.
Harton Clark deliberately slowed his pace, one hand behind his back. He was like a bamboo, standing tall and firm.
Little Charles was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, toddling along beside him with hair loose, resembling a mixed-race little prince.
The pair walked a distance in silence before stopping beside a bamboo forest.
Both of them stood in the shade of the bamboo, facing each other.
Lowering his head, Harton Clark asked directly, āCharles, is it okay if your mother and I get married?ā
Charles, looking up at him, asked after a moment, āDid she agree?ā
āYes.ā
āThen I have no objections,ā Charles said, āI like you quite a bit too, more than those other men who are interested in my mom.ā
Harton Clark raised an eyebrow, āOther men who are interested?ā
āYes.ā Little Charles crossed his arms in a proud manner, āSheās so beautiful, so outstanding. There are so many people who like her.ā
Harton Clark: ā
āBut she treats you differently than she does others.ā Charles said, āI canāt really say how itās different, but it is. Grandpa Edwards said itās because she likes you.ā
Hearing this, Harton Clark felt somewhat relieved.
āAre you guys getting a marriage certificate? When?ā Charles asked.
āIn about two weeks, sheās currently recording a show.ā
āThatās fast,ā Charles mumbled.
Does it feel quick? Kevin Clark doesnāt think so at all; he even feels like time has suddenly slowed down and almost come to a standstill.
Charles Amos was silent for a moment, then clasped the sleeve of Kevin Clarkās shirt, looking up at him. āAre you and my mommy going to have a baby?ā
A fleeting tremor ran through the depths of Kevin Clarkās eyes. He squatted down to meet Charlesā gaze. āIf you donāt like it, we donāt have to.ā
āI donāt dislike it,ā Charles Amos looked down, gripping his sleeve. āIf you do have a baby, you must ensure its safety. My mom passed away giving birth to me because she had difficulty in delivery.ā
Kevin Clark assumed Charles was worried about losing his affection, but it turned out he was concerned about the safety of the possible new baby.
Andā¦ Charlesā motherās surname was Kirstenā¦
The surname Kirsten wasnāt unusual. Many people around Edward Kirsten had the same surname, it was probably given to those under his patronage.
Like Uncle Edwards, who also had the surname Kirsten.
Yet, Charles Amosā mother must have had a blood relation with Edward Kirsten.
That was probably why the little girl had been resistant, even repulsed by some of the genes Charles carried.
All these thoughts flashed through Kevin Clarkās mind, then he smiled and said, āHaving a child is a matter of fate. Like your relationship with the little girl and mine with you, theyāre all about fate. If fate allows us another child, Iāll do everything I can to ensure her safety.ā
āPinky promise,ā Charles Amos stretched out his little hand.
āOkay.ā
After Kevin Clark finished talking with Charles, seeing him happily playing, he decided to return to the Imperial Capital branch of Easton Group.
As he sat in the car having left the Clark Manor, Michael Jackson started the car and said, āSir, Henry Clark is in Imperial Capital.ā
Kevin Clark looked up, a somber look in his eyes, āKeep an eye on him.ā āYes, sirā replied Michael Jackson, ābut Edward Kirstenās peopleā¦ā
They could certainly watch Henry Clark, as he was in cahoots with Edward Kirsten. However, they had no track of Kirstenās people who lurked in the shadows.
āBe prepared.ā Kevin Clark removed the bracelet from his wrist and twirled it in his hands. āBring more people, heighten the vigil.ā
āYes.ā
With one hand twirling the Eaglewood beads, and the other holding his cell phone, Kevin sent a message to William Lane informing him about Henry Clark being in Imperial Capital.
This was his calculated move to use anotherās hand to kill.
As long as Henry Clark stayed quietly abroad, Kevin might have let him go.
But Henry Clark insisted on returning to his homeland.
A little more than a decade ago, this man almost caused the death of Hugo Clark. His father, out of blood ties, spared his life and sent him abroad.
But nowā¦it was becoming clear that they needed to remove the root while cutting off the weedā¦
After Kevin Clark left, little Charles continued to help Natalie Wayne with her knitting, then assembled his Lego next to her.
The Lego set was a gift from Hugo Clark. Once assembled, it would be taller than Charles, who was only building the foundation now.
It would take quite some time to complete.
After assembling for a while, Grandpa Clark, using his cane, came by. Charles greeted him with a āGrandpaā and resumed his assembly after a while.
While assembling, he kept glancing over at Grandpa Clark and Natalie Wayne.
Although Grandpa Clark was old, his eyesight was quite good. To be honest, he didnāt even need to look. He had experienced so much in his life, having witnessed a whole era of changes.
Being a little boy, Charles had a curious mind. Even if Grandpa Clark was facing away from him, he could still sense his little thoughts.
So, after Grandpa Clark finished talking with Natalie Wayne, he looked at Charles, āCharles, is there something you want to talk to grandpa and grandma about?ā
Charles pursed his lips, put down his Lego, and walked over to them.
Natalie Wayne also put down her needle, looked at him, and gently asked with a smile, āWhatās the matter? Unhappy?ā
āIs something bothering you?ā Natalie Wayne asked, āIs it because of Kevin and your mom?ā
Charles nodded.
Natalie Wayne sighed inwardly, feeling a bit reproachful towards Kevin. He hadnāt managed the situation properly before leaving.
āYou can talk to grandpa and grandma.ā Natalie moved forward, took his little hand and said.
After looking at Grandpa Clark and then at Natalie Wayne, Charles said: āGrandma, Grandpa, Iām going to tell you a secret. Can you promise not to tell anyone else?ā
āOf course.ā Natalie immediately agreed.
Charles then looked at Grandpa Clark.
Grandpa Clark promptly replied, āOf course.ā
Once both of them had agreed, Charles finally said, āActuallyā¦ my momā¦ she is
Daisy Zane. We donāt have any blood relationship.ā
Natalie Wayne and Grandpa Clark clearly were taken aback, and they exchanged a look.
They had not expected the young boy to suddenly share this with them.
Charles continued, āTechnically, she adopted me. Butā¦ because she was quite young and didnāt meet the criteria required for adopting me, legallyā¦ thereās no relation between us.ā
His voice faltered, a hint of desolation apparent, as he spoke about them not being related..
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