Chapter 97

Kaitlyn was always so full of energy; it wasn't like her to just vanish for days. Could what happened that night have really shaken her up that much?

No matter what, Christina had to check on her.

She headed straight to Kelvin's house. Since she was one of Kelvin's students, the housekeeper let her in without a second thought.

Kelvin was coming down the stairs and let out a deep sigh when he saw her. "Oh, it's you."

"I haven't seen Kaitlyn at the architecture school for days, so I came to check on her. How is she?" Christina asked, clearly worried.

Kelvin sighed even more heavily. "Ever since her birthday, she's been in bed, totally down. She doesn't want to go anywhere!"

Christina had a pretty good idea of what was going on. "I'll go up and see her."

"Good, you two are the closest," Kelvin said, relieved, and let her go upstairs.

Christina quietly went up the stairs.

Kaitlyn was alone in her room, lying in bed. Christina tiptoed in. "Still sleeping?"

Kaitlyn heard the noise, lifted her head to glance at Christina, then quickly lay back down, covering herself with the blanket without a word.

"I heard from Mr. Fisher that you're sick," Christina said, walking over quickly.

"Leave me alone," Kaitlyn mumbled from under the covers, clearly not wanting to see anyone.

Christina sighed and asked softly, "Are you mad at me?"

Kaitlyn's muffled voice came from under the blanket. "No."

Compared to how she used to treat Christina, this silent treatment wasn't really anger.

Christina gently patted her shoulder. "It's no fun staying cooped up like this. How about we go out for a bit? You used to drag me out all the time; today, let me invite you."

She didn't want to bring up Stanley, as it was an awkward situation for her.

Kaitlyn still didn't respond.

Unable to persuade her, Christina had no choice but to leave the room.

This wasn't an illness; it was a broken heart, and Christina couldn't do much about that.

As Christina left, Kelvin was waiting nearby, looking concerned. "How is she? Any better?"

Christina shook her head seriously. "Maybe giving her some time alone would be best."

Kelvin understood and didn't press further. Instead, he smiled and invited her. "Would you like to see my study?"

Christina gladly accepted, smiling and nodding. "Sure."

Kelvin's study was large, filled with meticulously crafted architectural models, each brick and tile carefully considered.

Christina took a thorough look around and then turned back, surprised. "Are these models based on real buildings? The structures inside seem identical."

Kelvin, generous as always, waved his hand and smiled. "Pick one, and I'll give it to you."

"Just seeing them is wonderful enough. I couldn't possibly accept a gift from Mr. Fisher," Christina said modestly, continuing her tour.

On another wall hung many old photographs, some faded with time, showing a younger Kelvin standing proudly in front of various historic buildings.

Kelvin walked over, smiling as he explained. "Back then, I had an entire team. We traveled the world, restoring many ancient buildings. Those were tough times, but they were also very fulfilling. It's a shame that feeling is gone now."

"Kelvin, you've dedicated your life to architecture, contributing so much. Even now, with students all over the world, you're still making a difference. Why speak so sadly?" Christina said earnestly.

Her words struck a chord with Kelvin, who laughed heartily. "I didn't expect you to be so eloquent. You're quite impressive."

"You're making me blush. I'm just speaking the truth," Christina said, touching her hair shyly.

As she glanced at the old photos again, preparing to look at the detailed models, her eyes caught something that made her freeze.

In the midst of the old photos, she saw a familiar face, one she had longed to see but thought she never would again.

Excitedly, she pointed at the person. "Kelvin, do you remember this man?"

Kelvin came over, squinting to recognize the face, then nodded, a bit wistfully. "Of course, I remember. He was one of my most talented students."

"Was he your student?" Christina was overjoyed.

"Yes, but sadly, I heard he passed away young. The architectural world lost a great talent," Kelvin said, almost choking up.

Wiping away his tears, he suddenly realized how odd Christina's question was and looked at her with wide eyes. "Why do you ask about him? Wait, he also had the last name Windsor. Are you..."

"Yes, he was my father. He passed away when I was very young," Christina said sadly. "I didn't know much about him, but seeing his photo here and learning he was your student feels like fate."

Kelvin was deeply moved. "Indeed, fate is a strange thing. You two are truly father and daughter, both exceptional in architecture."

"I got into this field because of my father's influence," Christina said, smiling as she recalled the past.

Kelvin laughed heartily. "Both of you being my students is a rare fate we must cherish."

"Absolutely," Christina nodded slightly.

As they were talking, Kaitlyn suddenly appeared at the door, her hair disheveled.

Kelvin quickly went to her. "You said you weren't feeling well. Why are you up?"

Kaitlyn sighed deeply, looking worn out. "Lying down was tiring too. Grandpa, I'm feeling better. Don't worry about me."

"What's really going on?" Kelvin asked, concerned.

Kaitlyn glanced at Christina, feeling embarrassed, and didn't want to say much. She just shook her head lightly.

"Alright, you're grown up now, with your own thoughts. If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine. Just take care of yourself and don't make me worry," Kelvin sighed. Just as he was about to say more, the phone on his desk rang.

He answered it, then said seriously, "Do I need to come in person?"

After a few words from the other end, he nodded. "Alright, I'll come and take a look."