Give him an eighteen-year-old life

In the morning, I gave the person in my arms a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room, heading to Joseph Castle for the appointment. As soon as I stepped through the main gate, I saw Ethan already waiting. I had thought the meeting would be in the old man's study, as usual, but Ethan informed me that the old man was waiting for me in the indoor garden.

When I arrived at the indoor garden, the old man was sitting there, staring into the distance, lost in thought. There was a pot of tea on the table, with two cups—one filled, the other still empty. Perhaps he hadn't poured the second cup because I hadn't arrived yet. It had been three years since our last private conversation, which happened when I confronted him about the patriarch 's birthday celebration. Since then, our communication had been limited to text messages, and if it was urgent, voice messages. No wonder he hesitated for so long when I suggested this meeting yesterday.

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