Emery lowered her head, deep in thought.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! Some things are best experienced yourself. If you think that engaging in a lawsuit with the Stovall family is the right thing to do, then do it. But I know that rather than the outcome, some people will be happy just to see you alive and well.”
Her words stunned me momentarily.
She was clearly hinting that the Stovalls were waiting for their Scarlett to come home. But if that was true, why didn’t they search for me these past six years? They had even published her obituary to the world. As she said, there was no point figuring out with limited information. The only way was to experience everything myself.
Amidst our conversation, Gregory had fallen asleep. Before leaving, I woke him up. “Can you walk yourself?”
In a half-asleep state, he rubbed his eyes. Meanwhile, he grabbed my thumb with his other hand and replied sleepily, “Yes.”
Bequeath with this adorable scene, Emery and I smiled at each other. I held his hand as we made our way out.
At the main hall, Alexander popped out of nowhere, holding an exquisitely wrapped gift bag.
“What are you up to this time?” Emery asked suspiciously.
“Can’t you be gentler with me?” Then he squatted. In place of his furrowed brows was a tender gaze. He handed the gift bag to Gregory. “Little one, here’s a gift for you! Your laptop’s outdated, so I got you the latest model. It’ll be more efficient to use this.”
At the mention of a laptop, Gregory’s eye lit up. “Thank you, Uncle Zimmerman!” He was no longer wary of the man.
Although it was of average size, together with the packaging, it seemed huge in the hands of a six-year-old. On the other hand, Gregory didn’t seem to mind its weight. He was hugging it tightly.
I let out a bitter laugh. Men knew themselves best.
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