Much to her surprise, Stanley didn’t bring up the incident with the figurines and the keyboards. Sophia was actually feeling a little embarrassed now.
“I’m sorry that Nate broke your stuff last time. Why don’t I get his father to pay you back with some money?”
Stanley didn’t seem to care about that. “Nah, it’s just some figurines and keyboards anyway; I sent them back to the manufacturers for repair and they sent the stuff back as good as new. Just relax and come over; I locked the door this time,” he said.
Stanley had gotten injured while saving her after all. If he hadn’t been there, she might have died; yet, Nathan destroyed his precious collection. Sophia had no choice but to accept his request and said, “Just rest well. I’ll come see you tomorrow.”
The next morning, Sophia woke up early to make a pot of soup before bringing it over to Stanley’s place.
Nathan gorged himself during lunch, eating more than he normally would during mealtime. He naively thought that the more he ate, the less Stanley would have. Once lunch was over, he warily watched as Sophia transferred the duck soup to a thermal container. It seemed like she was about to head to Stanley’s place.
He hastily called Michael to report the current battle situation.
Michael frowned as he listened to the call. “You have to hang in there, son. I’ll be back in a few more days,” he said heavily. “The enemy is staging a strong offense, and the battle depends on you with my absence. Rest assured, I will shred him to pieces when I come back later!”
Nathan nodded in certainty and responded, “Right.”
Sophia belonged to him and Michael; they definitely couldn’t let Stanley have her!
Both father and son—who usually had close to zero interactions with each other—stood together on the same battlefront for the first time in order to protect the completeness of their three-member family.
Moreover, Nathan didn’t want to be raised in a single-parent household.
Michael continued, “Remember, you’re a mischievous kid—mischievous kids are unafraid of anything! When you’re at Stanley’s home, act as you see fit!”
Nathan nodded again. “Yes!”
His eyes were filled with determination after he hung up the call.
Mischievous kids are unafraid of anything!
The pair once again headed to the military compound in their car and stepped into Stanley’s home. The moment they entered, they saw Stanley lying weakly on his bed with a leg suspended in the air. Sean was here to visit him again.
Stanley grabbed Sophia’s little hand, looking pitiful as he did so. “Sophia, so you still have enough goodness in yourself for you to visit me.”
Sophia’s expression contorted as she attempted to pull her hand back. “Knock it off, Sundae Cone. I’m already married; it’s not good for you to behave like this.”
“No!” Stanley’s grip tightened even more. “You’re lying to me, right? I’m not going to believe that you’re really married! Even if you are, I won’t give up. There are no immovable objects in this world, only irresistible forces!”
Nathan was angered to no end by this and he left without a sound. He stalked over to Stanley’s study, but Stanley had learned his lesson this time; with the exception of the washroom, all the other doors were locked. Even the oil paintings on the walls, the vases on the tables, and other knick knacks were all stored away. The entire house had been kid-proofed.
Hmph!
Nevertheless, mischievous kids were not afraid of anything!
Nathan searched the place for a weakness he could exploit. At last, he caught sight of Stanley’s pet cat and dog.
Sophia finally managed to extract her hand from Stanley’s grip and began to spoon feed him the soup she made.
Stanley was moved to bits as he exclaimed, “You’re too kind, Sophia!”
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