Drowning In His Deep Love (Re-edited) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Beckham’s Comments

Vincent's complaints made William's mouth twitch.

"Hey, you're still young and don't understand the love between adults; when you grow up and find someone whom you'd give your life to defend, you'll understand that." William was similarly shocked when he heard that Alexander had come close to losing his life to defend Florence.

He placed a higher value on her life than on his own.

Was this a case of good fortune or bad luck?

Alexander was now lying there, and all William could do as a friend was exaggerate Alexander's terrible condition in the hopes of allowing the two individuals to reconcile.

Vincent hadn't understood this fact yet.

"Don't be a negative influence on Vincent; I still depend on him to take over my mantle. Falling in love at a young age would delay essential things," Tristan rolled his eyes at William.

He couldn't easily come across someone with such great medical skill, and he was determined to prepare Vincent to be his successor, so naturally, he could not let William ruin it.

"You're being too selfish, Tristan. You can't let Vincent stay single for the rest of his life to make him your successor. " "Vincent, don't listen to him." Willia, said as he drew Vincent over.

"I'm only four and a half years old, and you people are talking to me about finding love. Is that appropriate?" Vincent shook his head, sounding like an elderly.

"Is it appropriate?" William asked Tristan, chuckling.

With a ghastly expression on his face, Tristan grumbled and went away.

"It certainly seems improper." William chuckled.

"I'll pay a visit to Alexander."

Vincent was now a member of Silhouette, and because he was extremely talented, both Tristan and Jonathan intended to train and teach him as a successor.

In Vincent's heart, Alexander was the leader of Silhouette and the only person he admired and wanted to surpass.

A few hours later, Alexander woke up.

The first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Vincent.

Vincent's tiny figure was busy in the room. Finding that Alexander had woken up, he poured a glass of water and handed it over, “Mr. Hayes told me to let you have a glass of water first when you wake up."

Although Vincent was very stable and acted like an adult, after all, he was still a child; when Vincent's little hands were holding a glass of water and handed it over, Alexander felt the indescribable softness.

Alexander drank the water, but his lips were still dry and cracked; Vincent dipped a cotton swab in water and then used it to moisten his lips.

"It seems that you have adapted to live in this place." Alexander looked at him, “I've asked someone to find your parents."

Alexander had promised it before, but Vincent did not expect him actually to look for his parents for him.

"Thank you, Alexander," Vincent said as he put down the cotton swab and glanced at Alexander.

"Are you in a bad mood?"

Vincent responded calmly.

"I've never seen my mother and father since I was born," he said, looking at Alexander. I don't have any family, and I don't have a sense of happiness or unhappiness."

Alexander's heart turned sour as he heard the most childlike voice saying the most mature and understanding remarks.

Something called sadness erupted from the depths of his heart, prompting him to hope to embrace Vincent.

Alexander just stroked his head in the end, saying, "From now on, this is your home, and I am your family."

"Thank you, Alexander," Vincent said with a grin.

"Vincent, go fetch William here," Alexander said, curling the corners of his lips.

"Do you wish to inquire about Ms. Scott? She's all right." Vincent sat in a chair, gazing at him as if he could see right through Alexander.

"Hey, Alexander, there are so many good-looking flowers in the world; why do you have to adore just one of them?"

Alexander couldn't say anything.

He had raised this boy to be too intelligent, to the point that Vincent could now instruct him with such profound phrases.

"You're still young," he said.

Vincent skimmed his lips, which was the same gesture as Beckham, giving Alexander the impression that he was witnessing Beckham.