“Master, should we go and kill Darell Wraith, blame him for the conflict, and make things more intense?” one of the henchmen asked.
Wheeler Winfield remained silent for a while before shaking his head. “No, Kenelm Wraith is not a fool. If we kill Darell Wraith, they will figure it out. Let’s wait. They’ll clash sooner or later. The Wraith family won’t let this go. Besides, if we’re discovered, my patience today would be in vain.”
As Robin Bailey pressed him, Wheeler Winfield held back and endured.
He swallowed his pride and endured.
But why?
To prevent the Winfield family or the hidden Black Dragon Society from clashing with this man prematurely.
“However, this Patrick Bailey is quite domineering,” Wheeler Winfield said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
But a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.
What’s the use of being domineering? Sooner or later, he’ll become a corpse in his plan.
At this point, Robin Bailey had already left and returned to the villa. Isabella Turner was busy with her own things, while Robin Bailey went to see Mr. Row. Mr. Row no longer looked as disheveled as before, wearing a grey sweater and sitting on a large rock, staring blankly at the setting sun.
The sunset.
Robin Bailey wasn’t surprised.
The old Mr. Row also used to daydream.
“Mr. Row, are you cold? If you are, I’ll go get you another piece of clothing.” Robin Bailey approached, crouched down, and asked with a hint of concern.
Mr. Row turned his gaze from the sunset to Robin Bailey’s face, reached out, and touched Robin Bailey’s face. In a trembling and hoarse voice, Mr. Row said, “Robin.”
There was a hint of warmth in his eyes.
“Mr. Row, it’s me,” Robin Bailey said, overjoyed. Before, Mr. Row could recognize him, but after a while, he couldn’t, which worried Robin Bailey.
“Mr. Row, how are you feeling now?” Robin Bailey asked.
“I remember… I remember a lot… I have a wife, I have children, but my wife passed away early. I raised two sons and a daughter on my own. Later, I developed senile dementia. Then, I felt lost for a long time and haven’t seen them for a long time. Forrest Row, Barnaby Row, Thelma Row,” Mr. Row spoke with a complex tone, his eyes moist as he recounted his past.
He was originally suffering from dementia, but with the help of Robin Bailey’s life force, along with a stimulation, he had recovered and remembered his past and his former name, Windsor Row.
“Robin, I want to go back and see them…” Mr. Row pleaded with Robin Bailey.
Perhaps for a person of his age, seeing his children again and then leaving would leave no regrets.
“Mr. Row, I’ll help you,” Robin Bailey quickly offered. Kindness is to be repaid with greater kindness. Moreover, Mr. Row’s selfless act of preserving Robin Bailey’s mother’s ashes was a great kindness to Robin Bailey.
“Mr. Row, do you remember where you used to live?” Robin Bailey asked.
“38 North Street… in Yu Mountain City,” Mr. Row struggled to recall.
“Basil,” suddenly Robin Bailey called, and a figure in black appeared before him, half-kneeling.
“Go and find out about 38 North Street, Yu Mountain City, Windsor Row, Barnaby Row, Forrest Row, Thelma Row,” Robin Bailey ordered.
“Yes,” the figure disappeared. As Jeff Reczek went to carry out the task, the Wolf Guards remained.
An hour later, the Wolf Guard returned and reported, “My lord, twelve years ago, there was a family named Windsor Row at 38 North Street. The wife passed away, leaving the husband and three children: Forrest Row, Barnaby Row, Thelma Row. Now, all three are married, but are of limited means and of average ability. They reside in three different neighborhoods, which are…”
After the report, Robin Bailey turned to Mr. Row and said, “Mr. Row, we’ve found your sons.”
“Thank you,” tears welled up in Mr. Row’s eyes.
“It’s nothing,” replied Robin Bailey. Then, he took Mr. Row to the three different neighborhoods. They quickly arrived at the first neighborhood, which was Forrest Row’s, the eldest in the family, now thirty-seven years old.
Knock, knock.
Robin Bailey knocked on the door of their house.
“Who is it?” a woman’s voice came from behind the door. She opened it, revealing an average-looking woman with a rather sharp expression, watching Robin Bailey and Mr. Row. She raised an eyebrow and asked, “What do you want?”
“Is Forrest Row here? We’re looking for him,” Robin Bailey said softly.
“Why do you want him?” the woman furrowed her eyebrows even deeper.
At this moment, a voice came from inside the house, “Who’s looking for me?”
A middle-aged, slightly balding man with a beer belly was helping a young boy with his homework. As he heard someone looking for him, he immediately came out, and at the sight of Mr. Row, he froze.
“Dad,” the beer-bellied man was Forrest Row, Mr. Row’s eldest son.
At the sight of Mr. Row, Forrest Row couldn’t control his emotions and called out, “Dad, is it really you? Where have you been all these years? We’ve been searching for you for so long…”
He couldn’t contain his emotions, finally seeing his father.
“Norris, come over here. This is your grandpa, your real grandpa,” Forrest Row said to the young boy.
“Grandpa,” the young boy nodded. He didn’t have a clear memory of a grandpa.
“Good boy, good boy,” Mr. Row looked at the young boy with a tender expression.
“Dad, where have you been all these years… We’ve been looking for you for so long…” The three of them sat on the sofa and talked about old times.
The bond between father and son was evident.
However, the woman who saw this scene deeply furrowed her brow, then walked into the room, pretended to make a phone call, and said to the living room, “Forrest Row, come in. There’s a call for you.”
“For me?” Forrest Row was surprised but immediately went to take the call. “Who’s calling me? Don’t they realize I’m reminiscing with my dad? I haven’t seen him in so many years.”
As Forrest Row entered the room, the woman slammed the door shut and sneered, “Forrest Row, I called you in to warn you. Under no circumstances can that old man stay here with us.”