Chapter 322
Chapter 322 The Winfreds
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A ck car slowly pulled up in front of the Winfreds’. This wasn’t the Winfreds’ primary residence, so the
home wasn’t magnificent.
Before they arrived, someone had already gotten in touch with the Winfreds. Therefore, as soon as the
car pulled up, someone was there to greet them.
“Greetings, I’m the butler. Mr. Winfreds and the others are waiting inside. Please follow me.”
Ronin nodded and walked in front. Erick was in the middle, and Catherine strolled along at the back. The
butler locked his eyes on Erick as soon as the three of them got out of the car. It seemed that he had
recognized Erick at first sight.
Ronin found it odd and slowed down to walk beside Catherine.
“Hey, Catherine, why’s the butler so fixated on Erick? Does he know him?”
Catherine stayed silent, and Ronin didn’t push it when he realized she didn’t want to discuss it. Once
they entered the Winfreds’ digs, Ronin finally understood why the butler had been staring at Erick.
“Sir, Miss, the man at the forefront is the leader of the Winfreds, and the one beside him is his eldest
son.”
Ronin followed the butler’s gesture and thought, “Dang, they really look alike!”
The Winfreds’ master, Xavier, and Erick were like peas in a pod. Seeing Xavier, Ronin didn’t need to wait
for years to learn what Erick would look like when he got older.
No wonder Catherine didn’t bat an eye earlier. She must’ve been in the know. Ronin yfully nudged
Erick’s arm and whispered, “Man, you’re the spitting image of your dad!”
Erick looked up at Xavier with a fierce look in his eyes. Xavier got up enthusiastically, his face showing a
lot of excitement, and he hurried over to Ronin.
“I guess you’re the experts of Hacker Alliance. Thank you so much for helping me find my son. I really
appreciate it!”
The sudden warmth caught Ronin off guard, and he wasn’t sure how to react. Catherine stood to the
side, showing an indifferent attitude. She squinted her eyes a bit and kept a close eye on Xavier.
After putting in a great deal of effort, Xavier had finally found his long-lost son, Erick, who had been
missing for years.
Now that Erick had returned, instead of immediately going to see him, Xavier was surprisingly warm and
weing to her and Ronin.
Wasn’t that strange?
Catherine chose not toment. After some small talk with Ronin, Xavier finally noticed Erick standing
nearby. He fixed an intense gaze on Erick, and a hint of redness appeared in his eyes.
“Erick, isn’t it?” Xavier asked. “It’s been many years, and I’ve put in a lot of effort to find you!”
In contrast to Xavier’s warmth, Erick remained incrediblyposed. His stern face showed no signs of
warmth or joy from the reunion. Xavier was slightly surprised by Erick’s coldness, but he quickly regained
hisposure.
After all, he was an influential figure in the region. If he couldn’t handle this situation, it would be pretty
disappointing. He said to Erick, “Your older brother is here today. Let me introduce you.”
Then, Xavier nced back, and the Winfreds’ eldest son, Jeremy, reluctantly stood up. His displeasure
was written on his face, indicating that he didn’t have much affection for his younger brother. After all,
they weren’t blood brothers.
People in high society were often quite cold-hearted. Who would have wanted a half-brother with an
illegitimate status?
But under Xavier’s hint, more urately, his coercion, Jeremy took the initiative to greet Erick.
“I’m Jeremy, the eldest son of the Winfreds. Wee to the Winfreds!”
His words made his attitude crystal clear, even though he didn’t verbally taunt Erick. From Jeremy’s
assertion of his authority and emphasis on his status as the eldest son, it was evident how unwee
Erick was.
It was “Wee to the Winfreds,” not “Wee back to the Winfreds!”
Whose home was this, anyway?
Everyone heard it loud and clear, and they understood the message. With Erick handed over, Catherine
had no desire to linger with the Winfreds.
They had no business or reason to engage with them. Catherine nced at Ronin, and he immediately
grasped her intention. He stepped forward to bid farewell to the Winfreds.
“Mr. Winfred, now that we’ve safely handed Eric over to you, we still have something to do, so we’ll take
our leave. Xavier politely wished them well, saying, “Take care!”
Catherine casually put her hands in her pockets and turned around, locking eyes with Jeremy just as
they left.
Jeremy’s expression wasplex, blending resentment with gratitude toward them. His conflicted look
left Catherine wondering about his intentions.
As Catherine and Ronin walked out, they suddenly heard desperate footsteps behind them when they
were about to get into their car.
Catherine stopped and turned around, only to see Erick rushing out anxiously. Catherine nced at
Ronin, and he understood her cue, promptly getting into the car and waiting for her.
Erick quickly approached Catherine,ing to a stop in front of her. His beautiful eyes were locked onto
Catherine.
His lips were quivering, revealing the inner conflict and distress. Catherine calmly observed him, silently
counting the seconds. She didn’t like waiting, granting everyone only a limited amount of time without
exceptions.
Right at thest moment, Erick finally spoke up. He looked at Catherine with a determined gaze, and it
was obvious from his bodynguage that he had gathered a lot of courage to say something.
“If I agree to your terms and follow your orders, can you take me with you?”
His voice was hushed, tinged with humility, and tugging at the heartstrings. It felt like a wounded creature
yearning for rescue. Unfortunately, Erick was unaware of Catherine’s frosty nature.
She had a reputation for her cold demeanor, and her decision to save Erick, aside from his Ronin-like
eyes, was driven by her ties to the Winfreds.
Catherine pressed her lips together, maintaining her silence, but her decision was evident in her
expression. Erick felt somewhat discouraged. Although he wasn’t surprised by her response, he still felt
a sense of despair.
He struggled to speak, his voice barely above a whisper, his head lowered, and unable to summon the
courage to make eye contact.
“I understand. Thank you!”
Then, he turned to leave. In that fleeting moment, Catherine suddenly seized his hand. She pulled his
arm and wrote down a series of numbers on his palm.
“For emergencies, call me.”
Erick’s faint smile appeared as he gently tugged at the corner of his mouth. It was as though he had
caught a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair.
He had forgotten how long it had been since he had smiled like this.