Although Arron had a thousand questions he wanted to ask, he finally got the chance to leave this place. He didn’t ask any more questions, simply replied "Yes" and watched the man leave.
But in the end, he couldn’t hold back and took a few steps to catch up, asking, "Father, Mother called yesterday and told she learned a few new dishes. Do you want to go over and try them?"
"No need, I’ve been very busy lately," the man replied in a cold tone, then quickened his pace to leave.
Arron’s eyes dimd, followed by a flash of hatred.
His father, whom all the citizens praised, had fulfilled his responsibilities to him as a son, giving him the best education and everything, never missing his birthday parties.
But as a husband, he couldn’t even reach the passing mark.
Poor Mother, she gave all her heart to him, yet couldn’t even get an extra glance from him.
Because of all this, he respected his father, at the sa ti despising why he was so cold-blooded.
After so many years of marriage, why couldn’t he give Mother even a bit of warmth?
Arron closed his eyes in a turmoil of emotions.
"Young Master." Soone stepped forward to remind him, "We’ve withdrawn all our defensive posts, you are now free to move."
Arron opened his eyes and imdiately threw a punch at the person’s face.
But it seed the person didn’t feel any pain — and indeed, these guys watching him were all his father’s bodyguards.
They had undergone special training since childhood, with a much higher tolerance for pain than ordinary people; they could endure fire burning their hands, let alone his punch.
Sure enough, the bodyguard wiped off his nosebleed expressionlessly, bowed respectfully towards him, and walked away.
"Damn it!"
Arron felt like he had hit a pillow, not only failing to vent his anger but feeling even more irritated.
But Arron then realized that he finally regained his freedom, his mood finally improved.
"Prepare a helicopter and a passport, I’m going to Cathaysia!"
His little kitten, he’s coming!
...
Cathaysia.
Sumr Monroe was on her way to Henry Stanton’s old ho when she suddenly felt her nose itch, followed by a heavy sneeze.
"What’s wrong?" Damian Knight glanced over, asking, "Is the air conditioning inside the car too low?"
Before Sumr Monroe could respond, Damian Knight already instructed the driver, "Turn up the air conditioning."
"No need, no need." Sumr Monroe quickly said, "Just a little itch in my nose."
There was also an inexplicable ominous feeling.
Sumr Monroe didn’t vocalize the latter half, assuming it was just her imagination.
Damian Knight relaxed but still took off his jacket, insisting that Sumr Monroe cover her knees with it.
He pressed the jacket on Sumr Monroe’s knees and said, "Although the temperature is high, it’s better not to wear skirts. Girls typically have weaker constitutions; wearing skirts more easily catches cold."
And more easily attracts other n’s attention.
Sumr Monroe couldn’t help but lower her eyes and smile faintly.
"Damian Knight, do you know what you resemble right now?"
"What?"
"My adoptive parents."
Rambling on, afraid she’d get injured or sick.
Damian Knight shrugged, "I don’t want to be your dad."
Sumr Monroe hearing this, suddenly thought of the Williams couple.
She hadn’t seen them for several months.
Damian Knight noticed Sumr Monroe’s suddenly darkened gaze, guessing she was thinking of the Williams couple, softly said, "Once we solve Henry Stanton, you can bring the Williams couple over."
Sumr Monroe nodded, forcing herself to perk up.
Five hours later, the car finally drove into the town where Stanton Estate was located.
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