Chapter 288: 265: Ensuring Her Safety<div>


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    The noon sun was somewhat harsh, with little to offer shade on the rooftop.


    After ending her phone call, Amelie Quentin stood on the rooftop, her skin reflecting the sunlight.<div>


    She stood facing the sun, her eyes downcast, a small shadow formed by her eyshes at the base of her eyes.


    The coquettish demeanor she had disyed just moments ago with Roy Madison had disappeared. Her pink lips were slightly pursed, her expression indescribably mncholic.


    Her sister was also allergic to olives and would develop a rash.


    She too had said that eating just a bit wasn’t a problem.


    Back when she was five years old, in kindergarten, the teacher gave her three pieces of cloud cake. Thinking it was delicious, she saved two for her sister.


    After returning home, she eagerly waited for her sister. When her sister came home from school, she presented her with the two pieces of cloud cake like they were treasure.


    She informed her sister that she had saved them specially for her.


    Not wanting to disappoint her, even though her sister knew she was allergic to olives, she still ate one piece and left one for Amelie Quentin.


    As a result, she broke out in a rash that same evening.


    That night, no one in the family slept. Her older brother, parents, grandfather, everyone stayed up looking after her sister. Only when the rash that had covered her sister’s body subsided did they all breathe a sigh of relief.


    Although no one med her, everyone tried tofort her in the midst of their worry.<div>


    Despite this, she continued to cry.


    Her sistery in bed, receiving an IV drip, while holding her hand, reassuring her it was okay, that eating just a bit wouldn’t hurt.


    Recalling this, Amelie Quentin checked the time, descended from the rooftop, and headed straight to the medical office.


    rk Manor


    After finishing his work, Harton rk, thinking of Charles Amos who was still at the rk Manor, decided to return home first.


    Upon arriving, he saw Charles was holding up both his little hands, helping his mother with her knitting.


    “Mom, it’s only September, why are you knitting again?”


    Tom Wayne nced at him, “So many flowers and nts, don’t they need new clothes for the New Year?”


    Every year, Tom Wayne knitted covers for the various vases in their home.


    “Uncle rk.” Charles called his name,


    Harton rk lightly tousled his hair, then sat down, “Where is my father?”<div>


    “He’s talking with your brother in the backyard.” Tom Wayne said, “Why are you home at this hour? Is something wrong?”


    “Yeah,” Harton rk looked at Charles, “I need to discuss something with Charles.”


    Charles looked at him.


    Tom Wayne also nced at him. From just that one nce, Tom Wayne understood Harton rk’s intent.


    Harton rk drew Charles away with him.


    The two of them walked side by side in silence, taking a seemingly random path.


    One big, one small – they walked side by side in silence, neither of them speaking.


    Harton rk deliberately slowed his pace, one hand behind his back. He was like a bamboo, standing tall and firm.


    Little Charles was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, toddling along beside him with hair loose, resembling a mixed-race little prince.


    The pair walked a distance in silence before stopping beside a bamboo forest.


    Both of them stood in the shade of the bamboo, facing each other.<div>


    Lowering his head, Harton rk asked directly, “Charles, is it okay if your mother and I get married?”


    Charles, looking up at him, asked after a moment, “Did she agree?”


    “Yes.”


    “Then I have no objections,” Charles said, “I like you quite a bit too, more than those other men who are interested in my mom.”


    Harton rk raised an eyebrow, “Other men who are interested?”


    “Yes.” Little Charles crossed his arms in a proud manner, “She’s so beautiful, so outstanding. There are so many people who like her.”


    Harton rk: ‘


    “But she treats you differently than she does others.” Charles said, “I can’t really say how it’s different, but it is. Grandpa Edwards said it’s because she likes you.”


    Hearing this, Harton rk felt somewhat relieved.


    “Are you guys getting a marriage certificate? When?” Charles asked.


    “In about two weeks, she’s currently recording a show.”


    “That’s fast,” Charles mumbled.


    Does it feel quick? Kevin rk doesn’t think so at all; he even feels like time has suddenly slowed down and almoste to a standstill.


    Charles Amos was silent for a moment, then sped the sleeve of Kevin rk’s shirt, looking up at him. “Are you and my mommy going to have a baby?”


    A fleeting tremor ran through the depths of Kevin rk’s eyes. He squatted down to meet Charles’ gaze. “If you don’t like it, we don’t have to.”


    “I don’t dislike it,” Charles Amos looked down, gripping his sleeve. “If you do have a baby, you must ensure its safety. My mom passed away giving birth to me because she had difficulty in delivery.”


    Kevin rk assumed Charles was worried about losing his affection, but it turned out he was concerned about the safety of the possible new baby.


    And… Charles’ mother’s surname was Kirsten…


    The surname Kirsten wasn’t unusual. Many people around Edward Kirsten had the same surname, it was probably given to those under his patronage.


    Like Uncle Edwards, who also had the surname Kirsten.


    Yet, Charles Amos’ mother must have had a blood rtion with Edward Kirsten.


    That was probably why the little girl had been resistant, even repulsed by some of the genes Charles carried.


    All these thoughts shed through Kevin rk’s mind, then he smiled and said, “Having a child is a matter of fate. Like your rtionship with the little girl and mine with you, they’re all about fate. If fate allows us another child, I’ll do everything I can to ensure her safety.”


    “Pinky promise,” Charles Amos stretched out his little hand.


    “Okay.”


    After Kevin rk finished talking with Charles, seeing him happily ying, he decided to return to the Imperial Capital branch of Easton Group.


    As he sat in the car having left the rk Manor, Michael Jackson started the car and said, “Sir, Henry rk is in Imperial Capital.”


    Kevin rk looked up, a somber look in his eyes, “Keep an eye on him.” “Yes, sir” replied Michael Jackson, “but Edward Kirsten’s people…”


    They could certainly watch Henry rk, as he was in cahoots with Edward Kirsten. However, they had no track of Kirsten’s people who lurked in the shadows.


    “Be prepared.” Kevin rk removed the bracelet from his wrist and twirled it in his hands. “Bring more people, heighten the vigil.”


    “Yes.”


    With one hand twirling the Eaglewood beads, and the other holding his cell phone, Kevin sent a message to William Lane informing him about Henry rk being in Imperial Capital.


    This was his calcted move to use another’s hand to kill.


    As long as Henry rk stayed quietly abroad, Kevin might have let him go.


    But Henry rk insisted on returning to his homnd.


    A little more than a decade ago, this man almost caused the death of Hugo rk. His father, out of blood ties, spared his life and sent him abroad.


    But now…it was bing clear that they needed to remove the root while cutting off the weed…


    After Kevin rk left, little Charles continued to help Natalie Wayne with her knitting, then assembled his Lego next to her.


    The Lego set was a gift from Hugo rk. Once assembled, it would be taller than Charles, who was only building the foundation now.


    It would take quite some time toplete.


    After assembling for a while, Grandpa rk, using his cane, came by. Charles greeted him with a “Grandpa” and resumed his assembly after a while.


    While assembling, he kept ncing over at Grandpa rk and Natalie Wayne.


    Although Grandpa rk was old, his eyesight was quite good. To be honest, he didn’t even need to look. He had experienced so much in his life, having witnessed a whole era of changes.


    Being a little boy, Charles had a curious mind. Even if Grandpa rk was facing away from him, he could still sense his little thoughts.


    So, after Grandpa rk finished talking with Natalie Wayne, he looked at Charles, “Charles, is there something you want to talk to grandpa and grandma about?”


    Charles pursed his lips, put down his Lego, and walked over to them.


    Natalie Wayne also put down her needle, looked at him, and gently asked with a smile, “What’s the matter? Unhappy?”


    “Is something bothering you?” Natalie Wayne asked, “Is it because of Kevin and your mom?”


    Charles nodded.


    Natalie Wayne sighed inwardly, feeling a bit reproachful towards Kevin. He hadn’t managed the situation properly before leaving.


    “You can talk to grandpa and grandma.” Natalie moved forward, took his little hand and said.


    After looking at Grandpa rk and then at Natalie Wayne, Charles said: “Grandma, Grandpa, I’m going to tell you a secret. Can you promise not to tell anyone else?”


    “Of course.” Natalie immediately agreed.


    Charles then looked at Grandpa rk.


    Grandpa rk promptly replied, “Of course.”


    Once both of them had agreed, Charles finally said, “Actually… my mom… she is


    Daisy Zane. We don’t have any blood rtionship.”


    Natalie Wayne and Grandpa rk clearly were taken aback, and they exchanged a look.


    They had not expected the young boy to suddenly share this with them.


    Charles continued, “Technically, she adopted me. But… because she was quite young and didn’t meet the criteria required for adopting me, legally… there’s no rtion between us.”


    His voice faltered, a hint of destion apparent, as he spoke about them not being rted..