Chapter 415


    "Sure, I''ll tell him. You pick the ce, after all, he''s just a kid. He doesn''t know any better." Janice


    seemed excited about Ronan''s agreement.


    "Let''s choose a restaurant around Birchwood College," Ronan suggested after some thought.


    "You are just saving him some money," Janice said.


    "Not really, I just feel like having a meal at Birchwood College," Ronan mused.


    His desire to visit Birchwood College was not just because of his grandfather, but also because of that


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    person. Once upon a time, he and that certain someone strolled through the grounds of Birchwood


    College.


    "Sounds good." Janice agreed readily.


    "Seems like you won''t be able to meet your son''s sweetheart this time." Ronan looked up and said to


    Janice.


    "He didn''t invite me. I just wanted to see her. He''s been hiding it and doesn''t want me to go. If I can''t


    go, it won’t be a big deal," Janice said magnanimously. "Mr. Evans, if you''re busy, my son can take


    Callum. My son is an artist. He can teach Callum."


    "Really?" Ronan lifted his head to ask Janice.


    Speaking of her son, Janice''s face was radiant with motherly pride. Her son Harold grew up in the oil


    fields. From a young age, Janice was working, and his father was a mid-level leader in the oil fields, so


    no one was around to supervise him. Harold was the leader of the children in the oil field''s housing


    without any guidance. He was quite intelligent and did well in school. He was the poster child for free-


    range parenting.


    Janice remembered that when Harold was young, he wanted to be a soldier because he thought the


    uniform was impressive. Unfortunately, he didn''t fulfill his dream. When he went to college, the dream


    was not realized either. Harold was persistent. Janice once had his fortune told, and the fortune teller


    said it was not time for him to be a soldier yet.


    "He can draw?" Callum asked excitedly. Drawing was something that all children loved, and Callum


    was no exception. At that moment, his eyes sparkled.


    "Yes. Callum, you can y with him." Janice gently patted Callum''s head.


    Ronan turned to Emerson. "When are we leaving?"


    "We''ll leave when we get the notice!" Emerson was displeased and left with a bad attitude.


    "Dad, Mr. Emerson is acting up again. Don''t let him get to you." Callumforted Ronan by patting his


    chest.


    Ronan smiled gently at Callum.


    They left the next day around nine to allow Callum to spend a few more days at his great-grandfather''s


    house.


    This was Callum''s first time going to Birchwood, and he was excited the entire way. When the car


    arrived at Barney''s neighborhood, Ronan instructed the chauffeur, "We''ll get off here. You can take


    Emerson to Empower Operations."


    As Ronan got out of the car, Emerson asked resentfully, "You''re really noting?"


    Without responding, Ronan took Callum''s hand and left.


    He rested at home for the afternoon, and around five, Harold sent him a message on Messenger. [Mr.


    Evans, my mom told me you wanted to have dinner at Birchwood College. I''ve reserved a private


    dining room at Zen Garden Restaurant. Come over at six.]


    Checking his watch, Ronan decided to walk there and enjoy the campus scenery on the way. He


    remembered that someone used to love the scenery there.


    "Callum, let''s get ready. We''re going out for dinner," Ronan told Callum.


    "Dad, is someone inviting us to dinner?"


    "Yes, it''s Janice''s son."


    "Really?" Callum, hearing that it was the big brother who could y basketball and draw, was naturally


    excited.


    "Yes," Ronan confirmed.