**Chapter 700: Leonard’s Family**
Lilian stood at the threshold, her heart racing as she took in the scene before her. The emotions swirling in the air were palpable, and she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that these were Leonard’s family members. There was something about the way their eyes glistened with unshed tears, a reflection of years lost and wounds unhealed. With a deep breath, she decided it was best to give them space. “Master,” she said softly, her voice steady, “please, take a moment to talk among yourselves.” With that, she stepped into the house, leaving the weight of the moment behind her.
Leonard faced the trio, his expression calm and collected, as if he had been expecting them all along. “You’ve arrived,” he stated simply, his tone betraying none of the tumultuous emotions that must have been churning within him.
The middle-aged man, his face etched with lines of worry and regret, approached Leonard with a hesitant gait. He knelt down, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked up at the old man. “It’s been almost twenty years, Dad. You’ve made us search for you for so long,” he lamented, his voice cracking under the weight of sorrow. In an act of desperation, he buried his head in Leonard’s lap, sobs wracking his body as he wept openly.
The two others, equally affected, moved closer, their voices thick with emotion. “Dad, how could you be so cruel? When you left us all those years ago, didn’t you think of us at all?” they cried, their words spilling out like a torrent, raw and unfiltered.
It was a heart-wrenching sight—three individuals, their combined age surpassing a century, reduced to tears like children yearning for their parent’s embrace. The air was heavy with nostalgia and pain, a poignant reminder of the love that had once bound them together.
After a moment of silence, Leonard reached up and gently wiped the corner of his eye, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes. “That’s enough,” he said, his voice steady yet firm. “You are all parents now. Isn’t it a bit embarrassing to cry like you did when you were children?” His words hung in the air, and slowly, the emotional storm began to settle.
Solomon, his voice thick with emotion, looked into his father’s eyes. “Dad, do you have any idea how much effort we put into searching for you all these years? If we hadn’t seen that girl named Lilian on TV, we might never have found you,” he confessed, the weight of their journey evident in his tone.
The memory of that conference felt like a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters. They had scoured the depths of Dracovia, convinced that the surname Harrington was a rarity. Fortune had smiled upon them, leading them to this very location. Initially, they had approached it as a shot in the dark, but fate had guided their steps to the right door.
“Lilian? What does she have to do with this?” Leonard inquired, genuine curiosity lacing his voice.


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