Brad nodded and then sat at his desk. He began to write his homework. Luke also took a piece of paper and a pen. He was writing something very seriously.
When Brad finished his homework, Luke stopped writing his letter too. After packing his bags, Luke took Brad to his room.
Brad was naughty and he kept playing around under the quilts. His little cheeks were red, "Sleeping with you at such an age, I feel ashamed!"
"We didn't sleep together when you were a kid, so now we make up for it. No need to be shy, man!" Luke said as he raised his eyebrows.
Brad laughed and told Luke he wanted a snack. Brad asked the maid to put the snacks on the bed.
Surprisingly, despite that Brad made a noise while having a snack and the cookie crumbs falling on the quilt, Luke did not lose his temper with him.
At night, lying together, both the father and the son slept soundly.
Brad had his arms and legs stretched freely when sleeping.
The next day, Luke got up very early.
Before long, Brad also woke up.
It was Saturday. Brad didn't go to school. Luke had Brandy send Brad to Eileen's apartment.
Brad took his suitcase and followed Brandy into the car in a daze. After they left, Luke took out the letter he hadn't finished last night. He continued writing it. After he was done, he put it in an envelope.
Then, Luke asked the maids to pack things up.
In the afternoon, Brandy came back.
"You are back."
Brandy said, "Ms. Barton wasn't at home, so I brought Brad back."
Luke frowned.
'Not at home?'
'Is she at Ruben's home making preparations for their engagement?'
He and Eileen had lived together for eight years, and she knew all about Brad's habits and hobbies. It wasn't something that he could achieve in just a few days.
He had no family in this world. All of his family died, leaving him alone.
He used to be alone, so he did not mind living alone in the future. Or what else could he do?
In this world, who would care about him?
People who would care about him had already passed away. His parents, then Merlin, and finally Eileen parted with him.
It was good to be alone.
Maybe he would come back to Lanechett in the future.
Till then, maybe he would still remember her, or maybe he would have forgotten her.
But he thought that he would not be so irritable then. Instead, he would be much calmer.
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