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Novel Catalog
Chapter 63
The business at the porridge stall was as steady as ever.
Weekends brought in more customers, mostly families with children, making it busier than usual.
Victor took out his phone and unlocked the screen, scanning the QR code to place his order. He glanced at Henrick, his voice gentle as he asked, “Ricky, what would you like to eat? Let me order for you.”
Henrick paused for a moment before looking at the phone. With a smile, he responded, “Thank you, Uncle. I’d prefer takeaway so I can eat with my mom at home.”
Victor’s smile deepened slightly, his dark eyes carrying an unreadable hint. He continued, “Your mother is with your father now, but I’m here alone. Would you keep me company and eat with me?” His question hung in the air, testing the waters.
He was trying to gauge if Ricky had a father.
Henrick’s expression shifted noticeably. His tone turned icy when the word “father” was mentioned. “I’m sorry, Uncle, but I think I’ll go home and eat with Mom,” he said, his voice cold and distant. “Thank you, though. Goodbye!”
With that, Henrick walked up to the counter, ordered two bowls of porridge and steamed buns to go, and paid with his own money.
Victor watched him, sensing the sudden change in Henrick’s mood. The mention of “father” had caused a noticeable chill. He gripped his phone tightly, a cool, detached aura beginning to form around him.
Victor was the kind of person who couldn’t be ignored. As people passed by, they couldn’t help but glance back at him, drawn by his presence.
His sharp, dark eyes remained fixed on Henrick’s retreating figure, his head lowered. The side of his face was illuminated by the restaurant’s soft light, giving him a solitary, almost melancholic air.
Was it true? Did he really not have a father?
“Damn you, Jasper! How could you erase everything about Eden?”
Victor’s mind raced, and frustration clawed at him. He was restless, uncomfortable, as if the answer was just out of reach.
Henrick’s order was quickly packed and ready. With food in hand, he started to leave the stall.
As he walked toward the door, he noticed that Victor was still standing in the same spot. He stopped, then turned and politely called, “Goodbye, Uncle.”
Victor, caught off guard by the gesture, smiled faintly. He hadn’t expected Henrick to come back and say goodbye. His lips curved into a soft smile as he looked at Henrick’s handsome face. “Goodbye, Ricky,” he replied.
They would meet again tomorrow.
Henrick smiled back, then walked out.
At that moment, a little girl who had been watching Henrick for some time tugged at her mother’s sleeve. “Mom, I think I saw Henrick!” she exclaimed, pointing at his retreating figure. A smile danced on the little girl’s face.
Her mother simply smiled and gestured for her to continue eating without saying a word.
Victor briefly glanced at the girl, his normally cold eyes softening with emotion. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he turned and walked out of the stall.
Outside, he watched Henrick’s figure fade into the distance, as though his heart had walked away with him.
Victor pulled out his phone and dialed Anson’s number.
“Hello?” Anson’s groggy voice came through the line, deep and thick with sleep.
Victor’s expression darkened, irritation seeping into his tone. “Anson! Why are you still asleep? Did you speak to Henrick’s agent yet?”
Anson, now fully awake and clearly annoyed, grumbled into the phone. “What is it now? I just woke up, Victor! Why can’t I have one peaceful weekend? I’ve been exhausted these past few days…”