A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 217

As the moon hung high, casting its silver glow through the window, Logan crept towards Orson’s room, nudging the door ajar just enough to peer inside. Through the sliver of space, he caught a glimpse of Orson, spectacles perched on his nose, in the midst of a video call with someone Logan couldn’t quite make out.

The only thing he could discern was a particularly melodious female voice emanating from the screen.

“Örson, we’ve been together for ages now. Can’t you just marry me already?”

“Us? Together? Since when?”

“Have you not been with me these past two years?”

Orson adjusted his glasses, his handsome, expressionless face as stoic as ever. “Sorry, I didn’t realize we were dating.”

“Are you freaking insane? What’s so great about those silly games? How can you just ignore me after all the time I’ve wasted on you?”

Orson remained as impassive as a block of ice. “Did I ever ask you to waste your time on me?”

The girl on the screen’s eyes began to well up, her voice breaking, “Orson, you can’t treat me like this…”

Her words trailed off as she caught sight of something, “Orson, why is there a kid behind you?”

see Logan standing at the door, looking lost and forlorn. “Uncle Orson, did I interrupt

his arms before presenting him to the screen. Logan glanced at the screen, taking in the sight of the rather pretty girl on the other end. However, Orson, holding Logan close, told her, “Sorry, I

pick up on the cue, chimed in

the girl sobbing on the other side, “How could you do this to

my mom. You two would drive a man to

I’m a nuisance, don’t you?” the girl flared up, “I’ll go to your mom and she’ll set you straight! Mark my words, you’ll marry me whether you like it or not! There’s only one Mrs. Crowe, and that’s

with a guy than with you. Get that through

the girl opened her mouth to cry again, Orson promptly ended the call, then patted

“Was she one of your admirers?”

off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Something like that. She’s a nuisance.”

gossip, “Haven’t you

replied without hesitation, “Nope. Gaming

“Uncle Orson, you’ll never get a girlfriend

once. “Are you lecturing me

climbing onto Orson’s lap and smiling. “Mom was worried about my uncle’s dating life

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