Chapter 71

But Marguerite could hear the lie in his voice. He hadn't been doing well at all. Reliving past pain was like tearing open an old wound; it would only hurt again. She decided not to press him for details right away.

"Look at you, all grown up into a handsome young man," she said, changing the subject. “Though, that hairstyle isn't doing you any favors. I'll take you for a haircut later, and then we'll have Theobald pick us up for dinner."

"Theobald has been looking for you all these years. He blames himself. He'll be so happy to know you're safe."

A flicker of avoidance crossed Aaron's face, but he nodded. "Okay."

"It's ready!" Yellow announced, returning with three drinks like an enthusiastic waiter.

Aaron took one, stuck a straw in it, and handed it to Marguerite. "Here." Then he prepared another one before taking his own.

"This is delicious! I've never had bubble tea this good before. It must be because the angel sister paid for it!" Yellow gushed.

"You've had your tea, now go home," Aaron said, looking at Yellow. "My sister and I have things to do."

Though he couldn't see Aaron's eyes, Yellow felt a sudden pressure. This was his boss when he was serious. He swallowed his mouthful of tea and smiled at Marguerite. “Okay, angel sister, I'm leaving!"

He left reluctantly, looking back every few steps. Aaron stood up and gave him a kick in the rear. Yellow just scratched his butt and ran off with a goofy grin.

Marguerite saw that this was just how they interacted and didn't say anything.

"Are you hungry? Let's get some food." It was noon, time for lunch.

Aaron picked up his tea. "Okay. I need to use the restroom first. Wait for me here." Marguerite nodded and took out her phone, sending a message to Theobald.

[Found Aaron. Pick us up for dinner after work.]

Theobald was in his office reviewing documents when the message arrived. He glanced at it, and his usual cold expression was replaced by shock and elation.

That was his sister for you. He had searched for Aaron for a decade with no success, and Marguerite had found him just days after returning.

He immediately initiated a voice call, stood up, and grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair.

"Mr. Scott, where are you going?" Anna asked.

"My sister found Aaron!" Theobald's voice was thick with emotion.

A joyful smile spread across Anna's face. "Congratulations, Mr. Scott!"

The family was finally whole again, all thanks to Marguerite's return.

“Hello?” A bright, musical voice came through the phone.

"Where are you? I'm coming to get you now," Theobald said, striding out of his office.

"What's the rush? Just finish your work. I'll take him to lunch and for a haircut first. You can come after you get off and we'll have dinner together. It's not like he's going to

run away again."

Obeying Marguerite was as natural as breathing. Theobald stopped in his tracks.

"Okay. Send me the address later, and I'll pick you up."

He had a million questions, but he swallowed them. They could talk tonight.

Watching Theobald return to his

desk at a single word from

Marguerite, Anna smiled. "Mr. Scott,

I'll make

reservation for tonight

What kind of food should I book?"

Theobald's happiness was unconcealed, his left hand fiddling restlessly with the

prayer beads on his right wrist. "Find somewhere quiet.”

Even with Aaron back, Marguerite was the priority. He was sure Aaron would feel the same.

Because of this, the afternoon seemed to drag on forever.

His phone buzzed again. He picked it up, noting that only forty minutes had passed since Marguerite'sdast message. He frowned, unlocked the phone, and saw a new text from her.

[He's gone! Aaron actually ran off!]