The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love novel Chapter 1717

Chapter 1717 

After getting back to the monastery, the old monk was all over the place. 

He started confessing sins like there’s no tomorrow, 

The old monk can’t get Larkin’s confession out of his head. Those wicked thoughts that made Larkin unable to stick around the monastery, that filled his heart with doubts and anger 

Larkin had always been a well-behaved kid. 

But only the old monk knew how stubbom he was deep down. 

Once he’d made up his mind on something, he was as solid as a rock. 

No matter what the old monk said, he couldn’t sway him. 

So he just gave up. 

He just cut the cord between them, ending their teacher-student relationship 

He let Larkin live the life he wanted. 

The old monk stayed in the monastery, confessing for both Larkin and himself. 

In a blink of an eye, a decade passed. 

And out of nowhere, Larkin’s back 

But the old monk was full of wories 

He’s scared he won’t be able to accept Larkin, who no longer belonged here. 

There was this one thing the old monk couldn’t let go of, no matter what 

He knew that some things were just bound to happen. 

He knew he couldn’t change anything, couldn’t change Larkin’s mind 

The nun walked in with her head down. 

Normally, the nun was scared to death of the head monk and the old monk. 

But today…she just quietly asked if they were okay. 

The head monk snapped her back to reality. “Were you daydreaming?” 

The moment the nun looked at the head monk, all her pent-up frustrations were released and she burst into tears. 

“What happened?”. 

The old monk quickly bent down to check on her 

“1 miss my mom” the nun sobbed. 

The head monk was left speechless 

The girl was sent to the monastery as a baby 

She’d never even seen her mom. 

What the hell is going on? 

“What did Erica tell you?” the head monk asked, clearly not a fan. “Damn her, first she made Larkin leave the monastery for ten years and now she’s picking on the hunt 

“No! As soon as the head monk badmouthed Erica, the nun got defensive. 

“How come you suddenly miss your mom? You’ve never even met her the head monk questioned. 

Hearing this, the nun cried even harder. 

The old monk gave the head monk a glare, took the nun’s hand, and comforted her, “Don’t cry, my child. Tell me what’s bothering you, okay?” 

The nun nodded, choking back tears. 

Then, still crying, she followed the old monk. 

The head monk trailed behind them, not daring to say a word 

Soon enough