My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 1940

Clint did not say much at the banquet. He did not know what to say. All the congratulatory words spoken by Artoile were handled by his master. His master wanted to make him happy, but Clint did not know why he should be happy. Perhaps it was just the atmosphere. This coming-of-age ceremony made him feel as though he were an outsider, a 'rare treasure' on display for others to admire. Various bigwigs whose names he could not remember kept arriving. Each one greeted his father with a smile and then, seemingly as a formality, It was as if he had no thoughts of his own. Clint just wanted to escape. The chaotic environment made him uncomfortable.

greeted him too.

He felt like a guest, tense and awkward. Even his conversations with his father were brief and forced.

He did not know what to ask. He was curious about his siblings, but when he asked, his father brushed him off with vague answers. Clint realized it was not the right time to ask these questions. When the banquet ended, people began to gradually leave.

Clint then went to the bedroom prepared for him. As he stared at the clean, tidy room, he was unsure if he should enter.

Then, his mother's voice broke the silence.

"Go on in. It was prepared just for you."

Only then did Clint notice his mother standing beside him. She had aged and was no longer as he remembered. He instinctively responded with politeness, "Okay... Thank you."

Hearing this, his mother felt a mix of emotions.

Clint entered the room and sat obediently on the bed, feeling lost as he looked at his mother.

as very beautiful. She used to have her signature wavy hair and had a graceful figure. She was always smiling at him with her red lips and white teeth. She had

longer wavy but straight. Her figure seemed smaller, almost like a delicate doll. She had lost some

17 years had passed. Now, he did not

said, "Clint, you've

Clint responded simply.

a few days. Everyone at

"Okay."

was not that he wanted to appear somber; he genuinely did not know how

were his elders,

parents v

the formal etiquette his master taught

said one should not be too formal with family and one could just relax. However, how did one

genius. To his master, he was a prodigy note seen

to maintain the image of a genius. en

as she turned to

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