Chapter 112


    Chapter 112


    Before Cedrick could take a good look at the photo, he heard Albert from downstairs –


    “Young Master Ollie, what are you doing?” “This is very dangerous, so please get down from there!”


    “Hold thedder, all of you!”


    Cedrick, distracted by the shouts, mindlessly ced the phone on his table with the screen facing down.


    His slender self stood up as the smile disappeared, leaving his usual emotionless expression on his face.


    What had Ollie done this time? Cedrick strode into the hall, and he could see from afar a group of


    servants circling a big tree. He spotted Albert among the people, looking anxious and was stretching his


    neck to peek at the small shadow in the branches.


    A woodendder was tied to the tree trunk, on which Miles-who had taken Ollie’s identity, stood straight.


    Paper clovers stringed along a colorful ribbon fluttered next to his tiny body in the winds. Miles’ tiny


    hands were holding onto one end of the ribbon as he struggled to tie it to the other end onto one of the


    branches.


    Some branches were further than an arm’s length from him, and he had to stretch his hand. His body


    nted as he did so, however, and everyone was so worried that he would fall.


    “Master Cedrick is here!” someone shouted among the crowd. The servants separated into two lines,


    opening a path that led to the tree trunk.


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    Cedrick strode across with a grim face. The air around him felt icy-cold as he walked past the servants


    before he eventually arrived under the shade of the tree.


    “Get down, now,” he ordered. “I will, after I’m done hanging this up here!” Miles turned his head away.


    He was watched closely every day and did not have a chance to even sneak out to see his mother.


    Today was the day he had this chance, but he did not have the guts to admit his true identity!


    Thankfully, his mother left him a bunch of paper clovers, and he wanted to hang all of them.


    “Why are you hanging the paper clovers on the tree?”


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    “They’re useful. Aunt Catelyn folded these, and I want to hang them on the tree to represent the wishes I


    made. I hope all my wishese true in theing years.”


    The boy, stubborn and adamant, continued to hang his paper clovers


    There was one branch he could not reach, no matter how hard he tried. He decided to just get off the


    woodendder and, in a monkey-like manner, climbed his way up the trunk to the branch.


    He held onto the branch with one hand and stood on his toes, whereas his other hand wounded the end


    of the ribbon around the branch. The string of paper clovers fluttered as the wind gushed. Miles’ eyes lit


    when he saw this, and he internally praised his mother for how beautifully she had made these paper


    clovers. Albert was so concerned that his heart nearly leaped out of his throat. “Young Master Ollie,


    please be careful!” “Yes, I know! Don’t freak me out!”


    Miles looked up, satisfied. He was finally done! He dusted his palms and was about to climb back down


    to the woodendder. Suddenly, a zoomed-in version of Cedrick’s face appeared before him. The man’s


    face was somber and stern, which caught Miles off-guard as he lost his bnce entirely. He tripped. This


    was it, he thought. He was going to die. Well, he thought he was, but he saw a shadow flickering before


    him. Almost at the very same moment, he felt his waist supported by a strong pair of arms, and his entire


    bodynded on a firm, muscr chest. Cedrick caught Miles steadily.


    Miles was then ced on the ground, his little heart still pounding in his chest. He stared at Cedrick’s tall


    figure before him, his lower jaw unhinged. Cedrick was so cool!