Chapter 388
"Crazier Than Your Old Man"
"Steal?"
Sebastian Evans smirked.
"You'd need the skills to pull it off."
Theodore Valdemar raised an eyebrow. "How do you know without trying?"
"You want to steal my aunt?" Sebastian scoffed. "Grandpa and Grandma would never allow it."
Theodore swirled his glass, silent.
His gaze swept over Sebastian. "So which woman dumped you?"
Sebastian looked away.
"You wouldn't know her."
Theodore didn't press further.
He raised his glass.
"Rare to meet like this. Drink."
Their glasses clinked.
A clear, sharp sound.
Both drained their drinks.
The moonlight grew thicker.
Sebastian's eyes grew hazy with drink.
Theodore remained expressionless.
Two handsome men drinking opposite each other.
Drawing frequent glances from passersby.
Sebastian suddenly put down his glass.
"Dad, how do you make a woman fall for you?"
Before Theodore could answer.
He waved his hand.
"Never mind. Asking you is useless."
Theodore: "..."
His own son knew exactly where to hit.
1 AM.
Father and son left the bar.
Sebastian was too drunk to walk steadily.
Theodore helped him back to the hotel.
They had just entered the room.
Sebastian suddenly stood straight.
"Dad? Why are you here?"
Theodore wiped his sweat.
This rebellious son was definitely doing it on purpose.
Sebastian looked around.
Then it dawned on him.
"Bringing me here to get a room?"
He hugged himself tightly.
"I'm chaste and pure now. Don't try to drag me down."
Theodore narrowed his eyes.
"Chaste for whom?"
Sebastian giggled foolishly.
"Who else?"
He collapsed onto the bed.
Muttering a name.
"Sophia Sullivan."
Theodore froze.
"Who?"
Sebastian was already asleep.
Wrapped in the blanket, breathing evenly.
Theodore stood before the bed.
For a long time.
He finally uttered.
"Crazier than your old man."
He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Father and son were cut from the same cloth.
Emilia Atlante's face surfaced in his mind.
Twenty years had passed.
Reunited, but everything had changed.
What then, after finding her?
Theodore walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The night shrouded his lonely silhouette.
Bleak and desolate.
...
The next day.
Sebastian and Theodore bid their farewells.
Irene Valdemar had already left the city.
The family of three went their separate ways.
Husband and wife not traveling together.
Father and son not on the same path.
Mother and son with even less to say.
The elderly couple understood.
But said nothing.
Isaac and Florence Atlante decided to stay longer.
Mainly to spend more time with their daughter.
The old lady was in high spirits.
No back pain, clear vision.
Cheerful all day long.
The old man directly summoned his private doctor and bodyguards.
Planning an extended stay.
Isabella Sullivan worried David Sullivan wouldn't adjust.
David Sullivan chuckled.
"I'm adjusting! The old lady gardens with me, the old man plays chess with me."
He had been bored during the winter break.
Now it was lively.
Isabella felt relieved.
David Sullivan grinned.
Sophia Sullivan only stayed for two days.
She returned to Kyoto on the third day.
Her experiment wasn't finished.
The paper had to be completed before the new year.
David Sullivan frantically stuffed things into her suitcase.
All homemade salsa and beef jerky.
Sophia had traveled light coming.
But returned with an extra large suitcase.
Hannah Morse came to pick her up in her new BMW.
Her father had wanted to buy a Ferrari.
But Hannah refused.
"Students should keep a low profile."
She chose a BMW herself.
Marcus Lawrence went with her.
After swiping the card.
She was smug.
"See how thrifty I am?"
"Learn from me."
Marcus was speechless.
She blinked.
"Don't you want to buy one?"
Marcus shook his head.
"I can't."
Hannah understood.
"Then you can ride with me in the future."
Marcus smiled and nodded.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it! We're good sisters!"
Marcus's smile froze.
...
The car stopped at the alley entrance.
Sophia gave some beef to Hannah.
Hannah's eyes lit up.
"Smells amazing!"
She hesitated.
Sophia raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong?"
"Um... isn't there any for little Marcus?"
Sophia Sullivan paused for a moment, then laughed.
Her eyes curved into crescents.
"Yes! Of course! I'll get it for you. Could you take it to him?"
"Perfect!"
Sophia stuffed several more jars into her car.
"You're the best, Sophia~"
"I think you and Marcus Lawrence would make a good match too."
With that, she got out of the car.
She dragged her suitcase toward the building entrance.
Amelia Roscente completely missed the deeper meaning.
She happily pulled out her phone.
"Hey! Marcus! Are you at the apartment? I'm bringing you salsa and beef jerky! Yes... from Sophia."
On the other end, Marcus's voice was calm.
"I'm here. You can come."
"Great! Twenty minutes."
"Mhm."
The call ended.
Marcus quickly rushed downstairs.
He grabbed his jacket and changed his shoes.
"Grandma, I won't be home for lunch. Or... dinner either!"