Or rather, it was...disgust.
Louis Snyder would discard the dinner his mother specially prepared for him and would "accidentally" break his parents’ wedding souvenir.
There were many such incidents, but his own mother always couldn’t bear to bla him.
Louis Snyder did not like the Yarn family. Even though he would obediently call himself "brother," the expression in his eyes told a different story.
The mother always said that Louis Snyder was still a child with no ill intent, but the father thought otherwise.
One evening, Father Yarn specifically sought him out.
They talked for a long ti in the study.
Father Yarn had an expression Roy Yarn had never seen before, serious and earnest.
"The arrival of Louis Snyder was indeed an accident for our family, and I’m sure you’ve heard about the past incidents. Blood is a bond, but apart from establishing a familial relationship, it can’t represent or prove anything else. I’m not prejudiced, just worried that with Lynn Yarn’s personality, she might instill so harmful thoughts in Louis Snyder when he’s young..."
At this, Father Yarn paused for a mont and looked up at his son, "You know what your mother is like, and you are so much like her as if carved from the sa mold. My biggest fear is that you will suffer in the future, that you will be deceived by others."
If it were before, Roy Yarn would definitely not agree with his father.
His personality had many similarities with his mother’s, accustod to giving and sacrificing.
But this ti, he firmly told his father, "I understand what you an, one must always be cautious of others. I will be extra careful and I will also protect my mother."
Father Yarn was surprised by his son’s transformation but was ultimately relieved.
Before leaving, he made a special point, "My son has grown up, changed so much. Don’t tell you’ve found a girlfriend?"
This made Roy Yarn blush furiously, and yet he had to shake his head seriously and say "no".
Indeed, there was none.
He had just t a very good person.
*
Hannah Winter had just rushed over from a magazine shoot, arriving around noon.
Perhaps soone had leaked her schedule online, causing too many fans to gather at the hotel entrance.
In the distance, the chanting and screaming rged into one, as if trying to flip the hotel’s ceiling.
The nearby security was working hard to maintain order at the scene.
This spectacle caused several variety show regulars who just happened to co down for a al to exclaim, "Sister Winter is really popular."
"Young people nowadays are so fervent in their idol-chasing that it even scares a little, fearing that they might just burst in," said a senior colleague with a laugh.
In their ti, there were many fans too, but such scenes were rarely seen outside of concerts.
Probably also because the internet nowadays makes spreading news so fast.
Roy Yarn listened from the side, turned his head to look at the dense crowd at the hotel entrance, furrowed his brows slightly, and put down his cutlery, "Excuse , I need to step out for a mont."
Though curious, everyone nodded and signaled that it was okay.
And at that mont, across from the hotel.
Hannah was sitting in the car, gazing at the bustling scene across the road. She rested her chin on her hand, with the sunlight casting perfectly on her profile, her thoughts inscrutable.
The assistant next to her was full of apologetic guilt, "Sister Winter, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect so many people to turn up today. If I had known, I would’ve picked you up earlier."
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