Chapter 45 Composure and Reason


    Before she reasoned it out, the servant''s voice rmed again, "Please hurry, Miss Moore. Mr. Lawson


    has been waiting in his study."


    Puzzled, she quickly got dressed and apanied the servant to the study room.


    Wilson still sat in his old spot. Seeing Verena''s arrival, he removed his ss and said, "How is it


    going?"


    "Not great I am afraid." Verena couldn''t be bothered to lie, "No progress at all, I should say."


    Wilson chuckled and looked at her, "Tough, isn''t he, my second son?"


    "Why I sensed that you are proud of that?" Verena didn''t evade his vision.


    "Yes, I am proud. And I will never believe that you are only 18 years old if you haven''t shown me your


    identity card." Wilson sighed lightly, "You are mature enough with yourposure and reason,


    Composure and reason?


    Maybe they did partially exist in her. But when she was facing his son, Lemuel, all she could feel was


    rage, impulse and panic. Nothing was remotely connected toposure and reason.


    Verena didn''t act dramatically when she heard Lord Wilson''spliment, but only replied casually,


    "One''s environment forges his character. I don''t think that you asked me here only to chat. Is there


    anything you want?"


    Wilson opened the drawer behind his desk silently and picked up a sandal-wood box. He handed the


    box to Verena.


    It was very exquisite with gold scriptures in its edges. She figured it must be very expansive. With


    several puzzled nces, she asked, "what is this?"


    "This is the urn of Lemuel''s mother." As Wilson exined, his eyes fell on the box, the love and


    sadness in the old days through his mind.


    "Urn?" she murmured, and was further puzzled, "then why would you give me this?"


    Wilson shed a nce at her and said, "It can help you seal the deal with Lemuel."


    "How are the two rted?" she begun to feel that the Lawson family was more and more mysterious.


    "This is what Lemuel want most. It may be of your assistance when the timing is right!"


    "Howes the most thing Lemuel want be her mother''s urn?" she swallowed and arranged sever


    careful observation at the urn.


    "All right, that is all I have to say. It''s gettingte, you should rest now!"


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    Before she returned to her room, Verena was still absorbed in her thoughts regarding the urn.


    More and more she realized how queer and irregr the matter had be. What Lemuel wanted


    most was an urn, an urn where his mother''s remained rest in peace.


    She guessed that bizarre secrets weremon among wealthy families, and the Lawson family was


    no exception.


    However, she was still curious about what the secret was.


    After several careful examinations at the antique yet nheless luxurious urn, Verena finally fell


    asleep.


    Here came another day.


    The weather was still gloomy after a night of blizzard. The sky was cloudy, and the icy winter blew


    fiercely.


    Verena had regained energy after a night''s sleep. Her immunity was always impable.


    She opened the door, and saw Sammy sitting in front of his room with a Tibetan Mastiff dog. He was


    even shorter than the dog. It was amusing seeing his tiny body invisible from the side.


    Sammy rushed into Verena''s arms and hugged her neck when he saw the door open.


    "Hey, shouldn''t you be at school today? Little Sammy?" she lightly touched his nose and asked.


    "We don''t have to go to school today because it''s Sunday! Would you please take me and Roy out so


    we can y? Miss Pretty?"


    "Of course! But where would you want to go?"


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