The smile on Geoffrey’s face froze. “Uncle Nelson, since you always know that, why do you have to let him be your heir? Although I’m not as capable as Cristofer, I can also manage your businesses well. Since you know Cristofer loves that woman, why do you have to split them up? Why don’t you just let them be together?”
“Because I’m a perfectionist. In my heart, Cristofer is perfect. I must let him be my heir. Geoffrey, everyone should accept their fate. Now that I’ve chosen Cristofer as my heir, you have to accept it. I hate to be blunt, but you can never compare with Cristofer in my heart.”
Hearing his hurtful words, Geoffrey sneered and said in a deep voice, “But now Estelle had returned. How do you know that Cristofer won’t make the same mistake again? You must have heard that Estelle and her two children are living in the Hans’ Residence now.”
With his eyes full of coldness, Nelson said seriously, “Cristofer said that he needs Estelle to cooperate with her and act in front of his dying grandfather for the time being. He will cut all his ties with her after his grandfather dies.”
“Uncle Nelson, do you really believe what he said?” Geoffrey asked coldly.
Nelson was speechless.
Before he could say anything, Cristofer opened the door and came into the villa.
“Uncle Nelson, sorry I’m late. Oh, Mr. Field, long time no see,” Cristofer said with a gentle smile.
When seeing Cristofer, Nelson beamed at once and said, “Cristofer, you are finally here. The sashimi will be ready soon.”
“I’m so lucky to have a chance to eat pilot fish today,” Cristofer smiled.
“Me, too. I’m so happy today. I’m the first one who has ever caught a pilot fish in Hadale.”
Cristofer then walked over, separating Nelson and Geoffrey while pushing Nelson’s wheelchair toward the dining room. While walking, he asked, “Uncle Nelson, I’ve been quite busy lately, and I haven’t visited you as often as I should. How have you been?”
Nelson sighed contentedly and replied, “Cristofer, this is the first time you’ve taken the initiative to push my wheelchair.”
“Is it? I apologize, Uncle Nelson. I’ll make an effort to visit more frequently,” Cristofer promised.
Nelson, taken aback by Cristofer’s change in attitude, asked, “What’s wrong with you today? Why the sudden shift in how you treat me? In the past, when you visited, you’d report work matters as if you were my subordinate and then rush off without much conversation or dinner together.”
“After our phone conversation a few days ago, I’ve done some thinking. I believe it’s time for me to be more receptive to your guidance.”
Nelson nodded and said softly, “I admit I was quite harsh during our conversation that day. But it’s crucial for you to understand that I’m saying all this for your own good. Women can be…”
“Women are all scourges,” Cristofer interjected, completing the statement. He sighed and continued, “I’m aware of that, Uncle Nelson. You’ve emphasized it to me countless times.”
“I just worry that you might repeat the same mistakes. Please promise me you won’t make any wrong decisions for that woman again.”
Cristofer reassured him, saying, “I won’t. You have my word, Uncle Nelson. You can trust me.”
Upon entering the dining room, Cristofer helped Nelson to his seat carefully.
“Cristofer, I have a question for you,” Nelson said, recalling their previous phone conversation.
“Go ahead, Uncle Nelson.”
“Are you really not the one who saved Estelle when she was bullied at the clinic?” Nelson asked.
With a faint self-mocking smile, Cristofer didn’t answer him directly, “Since she has fallen in love with another man, I don’t think it necessary for me to do anything for her.” When he blurted it out, he looked as if he had given up on Estelle.
Nelson, who had been observing his expression, nodded and asked, “Then who do you think the man is?”
Shaking his head, Cristofer said, “I don’t know. We hadn’t seen each other for over three years before she returned to Hadale. Maybe it’s her new boyfriend who saved her.”
“I heard a knife injured that man’s left hand,” Nelson said, suddenly shifting his gaze to Cristofer’s left hand. “Cristofer, show me your left palm.”
Hearing this, Cristofer smiled and asked, “Uncle Nelson, don’t you believe me? Do you think I lied to you?”
Nelson also smiled and said, “I just want to confirm that you are not the man who saved Estelle. If that man is not you, then your palm should not be injured. There’s no harm in showing me your palm, is there?”
Cristofer didn’t move, still holding the handles at the back of the wheelchair tightly.
“Hurry up. Show me your palm so that I can be relieved, and we can enjoy our dinner,” Nelson urged him.
Cristofer suddenly smiled, “Uncle Nelson, do you really want to see my palm?”
“Yes, I want to see it,” Nelson answered.
Cristofer then loosened his grip on the handles and stood with his hands at his sides. Fixing his eyes on Cristofer’s left hand, Nelson waited for Cristofer’s response.
Bang!
Suddenly, a loud bang came from the kitchen, followed by a great force that made the ground shake slightly, and the glass of the cabinet blasted.
Suddenly, Geoffrey hurriedly emerged from the kitchen, limping out with his cane, a look of panic and horror on his face. He urgently exclaimed, “Uncle Nelson, we need to leave immediately!”
“Run!”
“Get out of here now!”
The cooks who had been in the kitchen also dashed out, their faces etched with fear.
Nelson, baffled by the commotion, inquired, “What… What’s happening? What’s going on?”
“It appears there was a gas leak that led to an explosion. Uncle Nelson, we need to evacuate immediately!” Geoffrey rushed over, urgently pushing Cristofer aside to guide Nelson’s wheelchair out of the villa.
As they exited the villa, Nelson immediately inquired, “Where’s Cristofer?”
“Mr. Hans can move quickly on his own; he’ll be out soon,” Geoffrey replied with some irritation.
“I’m concerned about him. He has an old injury in his left arm…”
“He uses his legs to walk, not his arms!” Geoffrey clarified.
“But why hasn’t he come out? Geoffrey, why are you still standing here? Go and check if Cristofer is safe!”
Gritting his teeth, Geoffrey reluctantly walked back into the villa with his stick. As soon as he entered the villa, he saw Cristofer leaning against the kitchen door leisurely with his arms folded and looking at him with a smile.
“You have something to say to me, right?” Cristofer asked.
Geoffrey didn’t deny it. “Yes. How do you know that?”