Chapter 218
“Old Madam has been put under house arrest.” The servant lowered her head and entered the Buddha Hall. She said softly, “Second Madam has also been locked up in the courtyard.”
In the present world, Buddha’s merciful eyes were slightly lowered. The Buddha Hall was lit with sandalwood, and the oil lamp did not go out all night. Antonio knelt on the futon and slowly opened. his eyes. His voice was faint as he said, “Has Harold returned?”
The servant said, “Yes, Big Master is back unscathed.”
Antonio picked up the wick of the oil lamp.
The servant couldn’t help but ask, “Have you known that the young master is still alive?”
Therefore, he didn’t even want to attend his son’s funeral.
“I didn’t know,” Antonio added oil to the oil lamp. The flames reflected his deep eyes and brows, which were about fifty to sixty percent similar to Harold’s. However, his facial features were even more resolute. “Whether he is dead or alive, I don’t care.”
The servant was stunned. She quickly lowered her head and shut up.
“That little girl from the Evans family.” Antonio paused for a moment before continuing, “How is she?”
The servant thought for a moment and said, “Miss Evans doesn’t often stay in the old house. I have only seen her once or twice. She is completely different from Miss Dora. She has the shadow of Madam Xia.”
“Chloe…” Antonio muttered the name once before shaking his head and laughing. “Chloe has been dead for nineteen years.”
The servant subconsciously looked at the memorial enshrined next to the Buddha statue.
The words “the spirit of my beloved wife Leilani” were carved on it by Antonio himself. After so many years, there were traces of the passage of time in the lines.
“That’s enough,” Antonio said. “You may leave.”
The servant nodded and closed the door of the Buddha Hall, isolating the room that had a faint. fragrance of sandalwood.
When they arrived at Flower Land, it was already very late.
Crystal slept soundly, so Harold didn’t wake her up. When he reached out to carry Crystal out of the car, Crystal woke up on her own.
She rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Are we home yet?”
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