âWho told you to invite so many people on your own? Hasnât he always had his son with him? These past two years, have you seen him without his son even once?â Rupert Harris had long grown accustomed to Baron Lawrence bringing Bobby with him everywhere.
Ever since Enna Clark disappeared, Baron Lawrence had taken his son with him almost everywhere. Adam Sinclair had been warned numerous times already but he insisted on hosting a beautiful star-studded party under the pretense of making it lively. They even go as far as justifying their actions by saying that they can have the beautiful stars sing songs and perform talents for them when they are bored.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Donât assume that he doesnât know Adam Sinclairâs real intentions. Itâs nothing more than to invite Olivia Lewis with a clear conscience.
These people are only here to act as cover.
âI thought when I told him about the Orchid Club, he would get the hint.â Adam Sinclair felt particularly wronged, and all his grievances have nowhere to be vented. âOrchid Club⦠Orchid Club⦠Itâs a menâs club⦠All men should understand its meaning, right? Who would bring their son to a club?â
âHe brought him anyway, what can you do about it?â
Adam Sinclair immediately wilted, his face full of gloom, âHeâs Baron Lawrence, what can I do?â
How much resentment is there? Thereâs a lot of resentment.
Moreover, it is more of a sense of resignation.
âAuntie Olivia!â Bobby came in and immediately saw Olivia Lewis. His voice was sweet, âAuntie Olivia, I brought you a present.â
Once Baron Lawrence released him, he immediately scurried over to Olivia Lewis.
When he saw the cold man moving toward the room with his long stride, only then did they let the boy run to Oliviaâs sideâ¦
âYouâre back? When was your flight?â Baron Lawrence directly ignored Adam Sinclair, and his gaze fell on Rupert Harris.
Rupert Harris put the champagne in his hand aside and stood up, âYesterday afternoon. I went back to deal with some issues at home. I just had some free time today and was called out by Adam Sinclair.â
Baron Lawrence heard about his family and his thin lips pursed, his hawkish eyes filled with worry, âIs your auntâ¦okay?â
âItâs fine. When we first saw the hospitalâs test reports, we couldnât accept it. Later, my dad persuaded her and she came to terms with it. Now sheâs insisting that my dad resigns and takes her on a trip around the world.â Rupert Harrisâs facial features were exceptionally cold, giving off an edgy, persistent, and determined charisma.
Upon hearing this, Adam Sinclair couldnât help but join in, âItâs best for your uncleâs illness to be treated in the hospital, I donât recommend traveling at this time. Itâs too exhausting and it doesnât help his condition.â
âI know. Itâs up to my dad to choose. Actually, I tend to agree with my mom. Itâs terminal cancer, and youâve said it yourself that thereâs no way to operate anymore. Lying in the hospital can only prolong his life for half a year to a year, but itâs painful for both him and my mom during that time. Moreover, most people lying in the hospital canât prolong their lives, but rather, because their mood is too oppressive, their condition rapidly worsens, and they arrive at their last moments even faster. Since my mom wants to travel with my dad, traveling might be a good option. My dad is also thinking this way, and heâs preparing to submit the application for retirement.â
Adam Sinclair didnât know how to console him.
The news of Rupert Harrisâs fatherâs illness came too suddenly. By the time Adam Sinclair had helped to examine it, it was already late-stage and surgery would be futile.
As a friend, all he could do was try his best to find ways to suppress the spread of cancer cells in the patientâs body. As for the rest, heâs not Immortal, heâs powerless to fight against it.