He called Watt over—could it really just be to see whether he and Adrian looked alike or not?
Of all the elders, Paul Walyon understood Adrian best; his understanding of Adrian ran far deeper than Diana Wood’s, even though she was his mother.
They were father and son by blood. When Watt appeared in the news, that bond tugged at his heart; it wasn’t surprising that Paul would have his doubts.
Turning her head to the side, Sumr Sutton covertly fixed her gaze on Watt for a mont.
Anything she could think of, Sumr felt sure Watt could also guess.
From beginning to end, Watt calmly allowed Paul’s scrutiny, his face completely expressionless.
Paul’s gaze lingered on him for quite a while. After looking him over for a long ti, he finally exhaled slowly and said, "I once had a son about your age. Unfortunately, he’s no longer with us."
He sounded sowhat sorrowful. A man usually so steady and reserved, when he spoke of this, his eyes actually grew a little wet.
Sumr glanced at Watt, watching for his reaction.
Watt’s expression remained very light, as if he were facing soone he was eting for the first ti, with no extra emotion on his face.
After that, Paul went on at length, talking about all sorts of things related to Adrian.
As he spoke, he couldn’t help heaving a sigh. "Ah! What a pity you’re not him."
"My condolences, sir." Watt took a glass of wine from the tray a servant was carrying and handed it to him.
Paul secretly wiped the corner of his eye before taking the glass from his hand and clinking it lightly against his. "I’m very glad you ca tonight. And I’m also very grateful you had the patience to listen to say all that."
"You’re too polite, sir. I may not be your son, but I can be your friend. If you ever want to see , you can contact anyti." Watt handed him a business card with his number on it. After clinking glasses with him, he drained his own wine in one go.
Paul nodded, staring at the na on his card for a very, very long ti, then carefully put it away.
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Watt stayed with him a while longer, listening to him talk about the family, about the company, about how he’d been doing lately—rambling on about all sorts of things.
At that mont, Bryce Walyon happened to be walking over from his own villa. As soon as he arrived, he saw this scene, and his steps slowly ca to a halt.
Watt could actually sit there and chat with his eldest brother, who was so taciturn?
To Bryce, a scene like this was about as rare as a world wonder.
Perhaps sensing his presence over there, Watt’s gaze swept once in his direction.
Expressionless as he looked at Bryce standing in the distance, Watt’s face darkened ever so slightly.
His hand tightened slightly around the wineglass. Sumr was still sitting beside him; seeing him like this, she glanced in Bryce’s direction as well, and her heart sank a little.
Bryce stared over here for quite a while before slowly walking up.
He ca straight over to the three of them, chuckled twice, and fixed his eyes directly on Sumr. "Sumr, it’s rare to see you here today."
Sumr felt that for him to take the initiative to greet her was like the sun rising in the west.
Before she could react to what he’d said, he followed up with another line, "Everyone knows about you and Watt now. Adrian is gone, and if you want to start your life over, we in the Walyon Family are reasonable people; we won’t stand in your way."
He gave a little smile and added, "But, Morningview Group was what Adrian left behind—his life’s work."
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