The day before Memorial Day, at the Wilson''s residence.
In the living room, Olivia, who had returned home for the break, and Jasper, who had already graduated, sat together. The two
siblings were chatting with their heads close to each other. Olivia was affectionately holding onto Jasper, who asionally
nodded with a subdued expression, much like Trevon. However, upon closer inspection, one could tell his facial features looked
more like Natalie''s.
When Natalie and Trevon came downstairs, they saw their daughter in wide-leg jeans and a Chanel top while their son was
wearing a white hoodie and ck sweatpants. They were huddled together and chatting.
Simr to Natalie, Olivia also disliked wearing dresses or high heels. She preferred jeans, wide-leg pants, and casual trousers.
She was fine wearing any attire as long as it wasn''t a dress.
Seeing their parentse downstairs, Olivia stood up from the sofa, quickly walked over to Trevon, and took hold of his wrist.
"Dad, Mom, we were discussing which day to go and visit the graves."
Natalie followed behind. She smiled at her daughter and sat down beside her son.
Trevon was indulgent toward both daughters. Just like when they were younger, he gently ruffled Olivia''s hair as she led him to
sit on the sofa. He asked her gently, "Why did youe back alone? Didn''t you want me to pick you up?"
Olivia tilted her head back, shaking it while sporting a yful smile. "No way! | just thought you and Mom were too busy. Besides,
| study at Athana Medical University, which isn''t far from home. | cane back myself. My motorcycle isn''t slower than your car,
right, Mom?"
Olivia rode Natalie''s motorcycle to the university. When she didn''t have much luggage, she usually used her mom''s motorcycle
to go to university. She also disliked traffic congestion. Her personality was very simr to Natalie''s. Even their way of thinking
was alike.
The only difference was that Olivia was very good at being coquettish, while Natalie had just a bit of that skill, which she had
picked up after marriage. Perhaps if Natalie had had loving parents when she was young, she might have learned to be
coquettish too.
When Olivia was young, her dream was to be a teacher. However, as she grew older, her aspirations changed. She opted
for a major in surgery, either general or orthopedic, when applying for university. Natalie knew that Olivia''s devotion was to cure
Caleb''s leg.
Sophia fulfilled her dream and got into a military academy. This determined girl was adamant about not studying in the country
and insisted on going abroad. She said that if she studied in the country, her dad would pull some strings for her. She wanted to
challenge herself abroad and make her own way.
After a lot of pleading, tantrums, threats, and even a bit of coquettishness, Trevon couldn''t resist his daughter''s persistence and
ultimately agreed. He went to great lengths to send his cherished daughter to the foreign military academy.
Natalie reminisced about the time she and Trevon stayed at a hotel near Sophia''s school for over a week when they sent her
abroad. They had hoped against the odds that Sophia, feeling the hardship, would give up ande back home. But it didn''t
happen.
Sophia was clever too. She realized her dad wouldn''t feel at ease and guessed he was at the hotel. She deliberately called him
to make him return home.
On the first night back in Athana, Trevon hid in the study, looking at photos of his three children. As he gazed at them, he
unexpectedly began to cry. It was Natalie who eventuallyforted him, spending several hours consoling him. She used a
charming and alluring tactic, an activity that Trevon certainly enjoyed. And unbelievably, he shamelessly gave this activity a
nickname, the "Blossoming Show."
Unable to visit Evergreen Gardens, they continued to reside long-term at the Wilson''s residence, shifting fromputerized
counting to manual counting. After each round, he made sure to report the counts.
After reminiscing, Natalie smiled and responded to her daughter''sment, "Your dad misses you but feels awkward saying it.
Drive carefully and mind the speed. Safety alwayses first. Otherwise, | will take the motorcycle back."
Olivia said, "Got it, I''m driving really slow. Are Grandpa and Grandma napping?"
Natalie replied, "Grandpa and Grandma are taking an afternoon nap. Your dad heard you were home, so he skipped work and
also dragged me along."
Olivia smiled happily and looked up at his father. Trevon stroked his daughter''s hair.
Trevon nced at his son, who had been quiet all the time. He was so quiet that he seemed to have be invisible. He
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Olivia shook her head. "No, | just miss Grandpa and Grandma a bit. They''re taking a nap, and | don''t want to disturb them."
“Aren''t we going to visit the grave tomorrow? Do you have other ns?" Trevon asked leisurely, ncing at his son, who was
sitting opposite him.
Upon hearing this, Jasper lifted his gaze to meet his father''s eyes and remained silent for a while. Then, he said, "Well, I''ll go to
the ckwell family''s grave for you."
At this, Natalie yfully held her fist to her nose tip to conceal her smile. The entire family knew this joke, and her son saying it
so tantly was quite amusing.
However, the three children did not know the exact reason why Trevon Wilson went to visit the ckwell family''s grave every
year. Whenever they attempted to ask, Trevon always evaded the topic.
The history behind it wasn''t particrly glorious, and Trevon surely didn''t want to lose face in his children''s eyes.
On the other hand, Jasper seemed to treat it as a routine matter. He only wanted to help his father. There was no trace of
anything specific in his tone as he said, "At your age, it''s not suitable to visit Mr. ckwell''s grave, but not going is also not
appropriate. So, I''ll go on your behalf. This is the best solution.”
Trevon squinted and looked at his son. He felt this brat had grown up. He was a bit offended that the boy was openly criticizing
his age in front of his wife and daughter. "Am | 80 years old? Am | that old?" he retorted.
The mother and daughter chuckled at the exchange between the father and son. Jasper didn''t praise his dad for being youthful.
He simply pursed his lips and did not reply.
Seeing his son''s silence, Trevon grew more agitated. He asked in annoyance, "So | should thank you then?"
His tonecked any trace of gratitude as he stared intently at his clever son.
Jasper smoothly replied, "You''re wee. It''s what a son should do."
Natalie was afraid that the father and son would go against each other, so she quickly added, "Since Jasper can go on your
behalf, that''s even better. You''re already so old, yet you''re still going to Mr. ckwell''s grave. Aren''t you afraid that everyone will
tease you? In the future, let Jasper help you. Do you really n to visit the ckwell family''s cemetery until you''re 80 years old?"
Trevon didn''t dare to argue with his wife''s words and didn''tpete with his son to go to the graveyard. "Who dares to tease
me?"
The two siblings agreed that their mother was the only one who could manage their father.
Natalie was tired of dealing with the unreasonable Trevon. Olivia diverted the conversation after casting a nce at her brother.
"Dad, just let Jasper go then. By the way, do you know when Sophia will be back?"
Trevon persisted with his son, saying, "Since you''re helping me out, and it''s been a month since you graduated, start working at
thepany after the holiday.”
Jasper did not object and agreed readily. "Sure, okay."
Only after his son agreed did Trevon respond to his precious daughter. He also missed Sophia a lot. That ungrateful girl stopped
calling him after she was sent to the military academy. They had agreed on a call every week, and initially, she was punctual.
Now, it took her a month to make one call. Trevon said, "I reckon she mighte back for Christmas. That girl''spletely
obsessed with her military academy life."
Trevon still couldn''t understand why his daughter wanted to be special forces. What was she thinking about?
Trevon felt heartbroken.
In the evening, at a trendy coffee shop.
Agroup of youngsters sat inside, exchanging lively conversations and sharing recent interesting stories.
Liam, with permed hair, dressed in a white t-shirt and ck work pants. He wore khaki-colored high-top boots and kept one leg
crossed over the other. He shook his legs continuously, almost resembling restless leg syndrome.
Olivia had changed her outfit. She wore dark, wide-leg jeans, a ck belt, a short Chanel top, and ck tform sneakers. Her
shoulder-length straight hair cascaded like a waterfall, and she had a touch of light makeup.
She nced at Liam''s trembling legs in disdain and stared straight at him, asking, "Shall | help you with that trembling?”
Caught by Olivia''s serious stare, Liam quickly put his leg down. "Have you gone crazy from studying medicine? What''s with
staring at my leg?" he asked hastily.
Olivia nonchntly took a sip of juice and stuffed a mouthful of mousse cake into her mouth. Then, she replied earnestly, "I only
stare at the legs that need fixing. Normal legs don''t catch my eye."
Her words drew smiles on everyone''s faces.
Cyril was in a gray hoodie and jeans. He swiftly chimed in, saying, "Let Olivia give you a few inspections. It''s free, which is great,
right, Olivia?"
Olivia nodded, appearing quite generous. "Yeah, free of charge.”
Nona''s hoodie matched Cyril''s, but hers was a light pink. She wore white casual pants and tied her hair in a high ponytail.
Following Frank''s rule, his daughter could go out at night for fun, but she had to have a bodyguard and wear pants to prevent
any wardrobe malfunctions.
Standing at the entrance were Tom, Benjamin, and Yana.
Nona''s personality was a replica of Ava''s. With a pure face,rge expressive eyes, and curved eyshes, she scanned the
surroundings and then looked at the entrance. "Isn''t Harpering?"
Ruby, who had been silent all along, spoke gently. Her naturally pleasing features became more prominent with a subtleyer of
makeup, adding depth. Even under the light, there were shimmering spots from the eyeshadow. She replied gently, "Harper was
grounded by our uncle. This time, he performed rtively poorly in the mid-term exams. He has a lower total score."
Jasper had changed into a different outfit for the outing. He wore a ck and white casual shirt, casual pants, and white
sneakers. He discreetly nced at Ruby and quickly averted his gaze. Then, he lifted the coffee in front of him, took a sip, and
remained silent.
Olivia was curious about how poorly Harper performed to be grounded by the usually gentle Edward. She asked, "How much did
Harper score? 400?"
Liam knew about the grounding imposed by his uncle on Harper but remained unaware of the actual score. Despite several
inquiries directed at Harper, Harper only responded cryptically, remaining elusive about the score.
Liam made a spective guess, saying, "I estimate it''s 300 points or maybe even lower. Otherwise, why would it anger my
uncle? If even my aunt can''t defend Harper. I''m sure his score is too low to salvage, and my uncle could only punish him with a
new house rule."
Because of Harper, the Landor family had a new house rule, grounding.
Ruby pped her brother''s leg
heavily. Unconsciously, Liam propped
his leg up again. It had eal ||
tural posture dsiFn couldn''t sit
out it. Using the gentlest tone,
Ruby delivered a threatening
message. "If there''s a genuine issue
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Olivia was very happy to take on the job. She said with a smug smile, "See, even your sister says so. Why not give it a try?"
Liam rejected the offer without
hesitation. "No way. You''ve only been
learning for a few months, ardgdu |
hts me tecbelnsah Ymnea pig?
m on. | don''t want to end up ina
wheelchair just because you decided
to experiment." He would never agree
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Olivia responded, "That''s too much. Are you looking down on me? How about we have a fight? If | lose, | won''t stare at your legs
anymore."
"No thanks. | won''t fall for that." Liam didn''t want to risk it. If he miraculously won, Jasper wouldn''t let him off the hook. He would
not get away with it with a sister-protecting fanatic around. He had learned from past experiences of taking such losses since
they were kids.
Jasper smirked slightly and chuckled. "You can''t beat Olivia. It''s wise to surrender voluntarily.”
Liam remained silent and refused to say more. Why did they look down on him? How could Olivia be so fierce as a girl? Nona or
his sister were the real definition of gentle girls.
Cyril interjected, "Aren''t you all curious about how many points Harper scored?"
Cyril''s personality was simr to Frank''s. He enjoyed a good spectacle and thought that peace might be too boring. He was
especially protective of his sister. If anyone at school even mentioned bullying his sister, Cyril could make that person question
their life choices.
Olivia remained curious. With a straw in her mouth, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Tell us."
Ruby nced at Jasper when she lowered her head. Coincidentally, Jasper was also looking at her. Her blush slowly spread
across her cheeks as she looked down and sipped her juice, biting the straw tightly with her teeth. At the same time, Jasper
diverted his gaze toward Cyril.
Cyril and Nona were freshmen in high school, while Harper was in senior year. All three attended the same school, while Liam
studied at the same university Jasper had attended in Athana. He was majoring in management. Jasper and him were born into
positions requiring them to be heirs.
When Cyril was called to the principal''s office for a lecture, he found Harper also being reprimanded.
It was quite a coincidence, almost too much to be called brothers. They could even meet each other during a scolding. Fate,
right? Both were being criticized by their respective teachers, but they were actually listening to what the other''s teacher was
scolding them for.
At Athana High School, every
homeroom teacher of every grade
shared an office. The office quite
spacious ag whenever Stu ent was
calle or a lecture, teachers from
different grades would be aware.
There was no privacy at all. The
principal imed this method
motivated students to make fewer
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Recalling the incident, Cyril revealed Harper''s score. "It''s 250."
Everyone was speechless upon hearing that.
Jasper wasn''t surprised at all and said in a casual tone, "That fits his ability. Pretty stable."
At that time, Cyril had heard Harper''s homeroom teacher saying the same thing.
Eyes widened, Jasper asked, "Cyril, how do you know that Harper''s homeroom teacher said the same thing?”
Jasper appeared as though everything was within his expectations and didn''t chime in. Cyril''s words sparked everyone''s interest,
prompting them to ask how the teacher had put it at that time.
Harper wasn''t present at the gathering but had be the focal point of the evening.
This was all thanks to Cyril.