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“It’s nice to have a child at home, my father is more spirited than before.” Theo Clark and his wife came back to the old house for a meal.

“He even wanted to go skating with Charles yesterday.” Natalie Wayne said, “I stopped him at the entrance. He’s over eighty years old and has no idea.”

Seeing that he was going to be scolded again, Elina Clark silently got up and walked upstairs: “I’ll go check on Charles practicing his handwriting.”

Natalie Wayne glanced at him, indifferent.

Theo Clark and Calvin Stewart laughed quietly.

Calvin Stewart asked, “Did Arthur and Lucia mention any plans for having children?”

Natalie Wayne replied, “Arthur is too busy, and Lucia’s career is just beginning; I’m afraid it will be a few more years.”

“No need to hurry. Charles is still young; by the time he grows up and they have kids, there will be more children to keep you and dad company,” Calvin Stewart said.

“In a few years… Enamel Cannon will have children too, it’ll be lively then.”

Calvin Stewart laughed: “Enamel Cannon… Enamel Cannon needs to find a girlfriend first.”

Natalie Wayne smiled.

Upstairs in the study room.

Charles was practicing his handwriting, and Elina Clark stood behind him watching.

While watching, he suddenly said, “This handwriting… it’s getting more and more like your Second Uncle’s.”

“Second Uncle?” Charles looked up at him, “The one from the photo?”

“Yes.” Elina Clark touched his hair, “Oh, you should call him Second Uncle Davis.”

Charles looked at his own writing, then looked back at his grandfather and asked, “Very similar?”

“Somewhat similar.” Elina Clark thought for a moment, walked to the bookshelf, picked up a stack of Finn Clark’s old papers, and showed it to Charles. “Look, these are the papers your Second Uncle Davis wrote. Aren’t they a bit alike?”

Charles looked at the papers with his head resting on Elina Clark’s arm, and after a while, he suddenly widened his eyes and sat up straight.

“What’s wrong?”

Charles couldn’t tell if his writing was similar to the writing on the papers, but… the writing on the papers was just like his dad’s.

“Grandpa, wait for me, I will be right back.”

As soon as Charles got off the chair, he ran out of the study.

“Where are you going?” Elina Clark asked.

“Just wait here; I’ll be back soon.”

“Alright, I’ll wait here. Be careful, don’t fall.”

Clark Manor was so big that Charles took nearly half an hour to go back and forth, even by car.

When he came back, he was stopped by Natalie Wayne in the living room, who wiped the sweat off his face before allowing him to go upstairs.

As soon as he entered the study, Charles showed the wooden box he was carrying to his grandfather: “Grandpa, look.”

“What is this?”

“Letters my dad wrote to me inside.”

Elina Clark was stunned for a moment.

Charles pulled Elina Clark back to the desk. He opened the wooden box, and there was a thick stack of letters inside. Charles took one off the top, carefully opened it, and placed it next to the papers on the table: “Look, my dad’s writing is similar to Second Uncle’s.”

Elina Clark looked at the letter.

[ Isaac, today is your 60th day since birth, already two months, and you’ve grown a lot taller. When I saw you today, you were babbling, chattering about something? Are you complaining that dad isn’t with you? I’m sorry …I’ve neglected you for the past two months. You’re too young, so dad is chatting with you by writing letters. When you grow up, you can read …]

Name Elina Clark stared blankly at the handwriting and after a while, and as he came to his senses, he reached for the other letters in the box.

But because his hand was shaking, he couldn’t open the envelope at all

“Grandpa, let me help you.”

Charles helped him open the letter.

Elina Clark took it.

[Isaac, today is your 65th day since birth. You’re such a crier, Enigma Starry said you might have been a little fountain in your previous life, so you cry so much. She said if you keep crying like this, she’ll deduct your milk powder and won’t let you grow taller…]

Elina Clark opened several more letters afterward.

Each letter was written to Charles with irregular dates and casual content, mentioning whatever came to mind.

There were only one or two sentences in some.

It seemed that Jack Amos knew that Edward Kirsten would make a move against him sooner or later, so he chose this way to leave his love for Charles in case he wouldn’t make it until Charles grew up.

Telling him that his dad loves him.

As Elina Clark looked at the letters, his heartbeat raced, and his hands trembled continuously.

“Grandpa, are you alright?”

Elina Clark looked at Charles, sat down in the chair, and after a while said, “Charles, you’ve seen Second Uncle’s photo, haven’t you?”

“Yeah.” Charles nodded, “I’ve seen it in the living room. Grandpa, are you alright?”

“Grandpa is fine.” Elina Clark took a deep breath and asked, “Do you know what your dad looks like?”

“I have a photo of him.”

“Can grandpa see it?”

“Yeah.” Charles took out his cell phone, found a photo of Jack Amos, and handed it to his grandfather, “Grandpa, here.”

Elina Clark took the cell phone and looked at the photo.

It wasn’t Finn Clark, not his son.

Elina Clark exhaled a long breath, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Is this your father?”

“Yes.” Charles nodded.

Elina Clark stared at the photo on the phone.

The handwriting was just like Finn Clark’s, and not just that, even the tone of the letters was similar.

But this person…wasn’t his son.

“Grandpa, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.” Elina Clark touched Charles’ little head, “Keep the letters safe and don’t show them to grandma.”

Charles saw the look on Elina Clark’s face and didn’t ask any more questions, so he agreed.

In the evening, Charles went back to the North Court to sleep.

Elina Clark couldn’t sleep after Natalie Wayne went to bed.

His head was full of the writing from the letters over and over again.

That was Finn Clark’s handwriting, and he wouldn’t mistake that. The tone…was also Finn Clark’s.

But Finn Clark did die, and the person in the photo was indeed not Finn Clark.

However…Charles looked like Arthur North and Natalie Wayne. How could this be explained?

Elina Clark pondered all night and still couldn’t figure it out.

So the next morning, he took Charles’ hair, Natalie Wayne’s hair, and his own hair…to the hospital assessment center.

The Assessment Center charged an expedited fee, but since it was a generational test, the expedited result would take a little longer. At the fastest, it would take twelve hours.

So Elina Clark returned home first and didn’t go back to the hospital that night, but went early the next day.

Elina Clark seldom attended so diligently, especially when it came to catching up with the outside world, and he acted suspiciously like a thief.

Natalie Wayne gave him countless opportunities to confess, but…he mentioned nothing.

If this were the days of youth, Natalie Wayne would have believed that he had other people in his life.

However, he was now so old… other than looking at his family property, he was over eighty…

But for the family property…the only part that Elina Clark had was in Natalie Wayne’s name.