After Easton Hols sent Michael Linton and his family onto the plane, he drove away from the airport. Instead of heading ho, he drove to his parents’ house.
"Easton! Although they’ve made many mistakes, they are your biological parents after all. They’re getting older, and I think they already know they were wrong when they were younger, but just don’t want to admit it outwardly."
"As their son, you shouldn’t confront them harshly. Try to use familial love to influence them. I don’t believe their hearts are made of steel."
"Your uncle believes you can definitely influence them. You’re a good child, and he hopes you can improve your relationship with them so that your grandfather can truly be happy and at peace."
Before boarding the plane, Michael Linton pulled Easton aside and earnestly spoke to him in-depth. These words had been echoing in his ears ever since.
For the sake of his uncle’s trust and to genuinely make his grandfather happy and at ease, he decided to start communicating with his parents—true communication—from now on.
When Easton Hols arrived at his parents’ house, the gate was closed, and he couldn’t see their car anywhere inside or outside the yard. He didn’t get out to ring the doorbell but picked up his phone instead.
At that mont, he suddenly rembered that he had blocked both their phone numbers earlier that morning.
He saw that they had called him many tis and not only called but also sent several text ssages.
"Easton! Why aren’t you answering my calls? Have I, as your father, beco that unbearable to you?"
"If I’m not mistaken, you’ve probably blocked . Since you don’t want to speak directly, let tell you via text."
"Easton! Do you really have to do this? He’s your half-brother after all. Your dad is begging you; can’t you just forgive Theodore this once? I promise he won’t dare do it again."
"Easton Hols! How can you treat like this? I’m your biological mother, and you left outside the compound gate. You unfilial child!"
From these ssages, Easton Hols sensed his parents’ dissatisfaction and resentnt towards him. After reading them, he deleted the ssages and adjusted their phone numbers again.
He hesitated for a mont, but eventually dialed his mom Alia Linton’s number.
"Hello!"
After the phone rang for a long ti, Alia Linton finally answered. Her voice sounded sowhat hoarse, like she had just been crying.
Easton Hols’s brow furrowed naturally, and a feeling of discomfort he couldn’t control arose within him. His tone softened, no longer icy cold as before, "Are you still at the compound gate?"
Not seeing anyone at the house, he thought the person on the other end might still be at the compound gate.
"...No, I’m not at the gate anymore. I’m at the hospital now." Across the phone, Alia Linton deeply felt Easton’s gentleness, and it was the first ti in so many years that she heard her son speak to her this way. It took her a while to regain her senses.
Upon hearing Alia’s words, Easton suddenly rembered that she had been hospitalized for slitting her wrist two days ago. His frown deepened, "I’ll be over soon."
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