Chapter 581
Emily and Quintis noticed that Jack was lost in his memories. They exchanged a glance, their faces breaking into relieved smiles.
At dinner, Reginald asked Emily if she needed anything prepared.
The kitchen buzzed with activity that evening. Though they knew Quintis and Emily's tastes well, an esteemed guest required extra care.
The kitchen went all out, serving a wide array of dishes. However, Emily still worried that Jack might not be used to the food. She wanted to personally prepare bone broth for him.
Jack, however, gently declined, saying, "There's no need for all that. Something simple is fine."
Emily and Quintis respected his wishes. As they sat down, classic dishes from around the world were served one after another. Throughout the meal, they kept asking Jack about his studies and life over the years. The dinner slipped by unnoticed, filled with lively conversation.
After dinner, Emily tried to take Jack's hand, but he subtly pulled away. A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, but she quickly composed herself.
"Sweetheart, come with me. I'll show you your old room, and then you can decide where you'd like to stay tonight." Read complete version only at Find_Novel(.)net
He followed her to his former room. As the door opened, a wave of familiar memories washed over him.
She whispered softly, "After you left home over a decade ago, I've tried my best to keep your room exactly as it was. Do you still like it?"
She looked at him with anticipation. Her eyes shone with a childlike eagerness for approval.
A warm feeling welled up in his heart. Everything in the room had been kept the same. Even the robot posters he had hung on the wall as a child were still there, though time had made them a bit worn.
What moved him even more was the comic book he had loved in preschool, still open to the very page he had left.
The room seemed frozen in time; nothing had changed. Every detail spoke of Emily's deep longing and unwavering motherly love. Like a fine aged wine, her love only grew richer and more poignant with time.
Looking out at the familiar lake, the resentment in his heart dissolved in that moment.
He had completely forgiven Emily, as her actions had proven that she had never forgotten her son.
"Sweetheart, do you want to stay in this room, or would you like to see the others?" she asked cautiously.
"There are many rooms in the estate. Feel free to look around, and let me know which one you like. I'll have it prepared for you right away."
"I'll stay here," he replied.
Upon hearing this, tears welled up in her eyes. From Jack's expression, she could sense his forgiveness and understanding.
On the third day, Tarthy City was still buzzing with excitement. The grand welcome ceremony from the night before had been the talk of the town. Journalists rushed to feature the news on the front pages of entertainment news.
A metropolis like Tarthy was no stranger to extravagant events. Still, a ceremony of this magnitude was truly unprecedented.
The citizens couldn't help but speculate. Which prominent family had hosted such an affair? Could it have been one of Tarthy's four most prestigious families?