Chapter 1494

Pearce finished his announcement and casually tossed the crumpled piece of paper back to the child. The baby clutched his new name in one hand and a toy soldier in the other. Seated under the dim kitchen light, he was silent, head bowed, fidgeting with the toy.

The onlookers felt a chill despite the warm atmosphere; the baby was carrying a knife for crying out loud! But out of politeness, they refrained from criticism and instead offered their congratulations to Bernard and Eleanor.

Only Cedric, with his twins snuggled in his arms, snorted, “The name I made for him was better! I wonder who’s got it in for Bernard to saddle the kid with a name like that…”

As the Sharp family members exchanged awkward compliments, Cedric’s words hung in the air. Peterson glanced nervously toward the door. The estate was grand, and one had to squint to make out the silhouette standing resolutely at the iron gates.

Yates, donning a black top hat, peered at the harmonious scene inside, yearning to see his great-grandson, now a year old, and wondering how he had grown. But he knew all too well that neither Eleanor nor the Laurences would welcome him.

away toward his car. An old bullet wound from a skirmish with Xavier

quite recovered

age and limp were inconsequential, he ambled along, Bernard’s cool gaze cut through the crowd, briefly resting on Yates’

to the driver, Yates was halted by a hand resting on the car window-a

for the incident in the operating room, and for saving Eleanor. But that’s where my gratitude ends.” Bernard’s resentment for the chip implanted in his brain, which threatened to

found a doctor who can stabilize the chip in your brain. As long as your tumor doesn’t recur, it won’t affect

the estate without looking back. He knew the name ‘Damian’ was Yates’

with Bernard, especially Peterson, who

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mentioned that aside from Yates’ unwelcome presence, the Laurences had no significant animosity toward

accounts.

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