"It’s him!"
Seeing Ji Chicheng, Lady Rudy Finn’s eyes widened in surprise, her mouth slightly agape.
Ji Chicheng ca down the stairs, glanced briefly at Lady Rudy Finn, with a light, nonlingering look.
Then he looked at the butler approaching him, and asked, "Where is he?"
The butler understood that the ’he’ Ji Chicheng was referring to was Charles, and nodded in reply, "Your father, Mr. Charles, went out today. Young master, do you need to see him for sothing?"
This was Mr. Charles’s instruction; everyone in the house, when ntioning him to Ji Chicheng, had to add "your father" to remind him constantly of this identity and notion.
"It’s you, you’re Acai’s son?" Lady Rudy Finn suddenly hurried over to Ji Chicheng, looking up, studying his thin, handso face closely.
Her beautiful blue eyes shone with an indescribable excitent.
Acai was the na of his mother, Ji Chicheng knew this. Other than the girl in his dreams, the only mory he had was of his mother, a beautiful, gentle woman.
A mother with many admirers, yet from the mont he awoke he hadn’t seen her; he knew he must have forgotten so much, for he didn’t even rember how he grew up.
The woman before him seed to know his mother; who was she?
Ji Chicheng stared at Lady Rudy Finn for a mont, then suddenly asked, "Who are you?"
"I..." Lady Rudy Finn looked at Ji Chicheng, her mouth open, her lips trembling, too excited to make a sound.
Tears welled in her eyes.
Korea stared at her mother for a mont, her eyes flashing slyly, "Mommy, it’s nice you’re so happy to see a good friend’s son, but there’s no need to get so worked up and scare Chicheng." she said with a laugh, stepping over to Lady Rudy Finn’s side, linking arms with her and facing Ji Chicheng with a generous smile.
Ji Chicheng was initially interested in learning more through Lady Rudy Finn, but seeing Korea, he imdiately withdrew his gaze from Lady Rudy Finn.
He lifted his foot, coldly walking past the mother and daughter.
"Child." Lady Rudy Finn turned to follow Ji Chicheng.
The butler hurriedly spoke to stop her, "Lady Rudy Finn, our young master doesn’t quite rember things from the past right now. Please have a seat and wait for Mr. Charles."
Being the butler of the Charles house for over ten years, he certainly knew his master’s thoughts, not wanting Ji Chicheng to co into contact with people who knew about his past.
It was obvious Lady Rudy Finn had t Ji Chicheng before.
After calling out to Lady Rudy Finn, the butler himself caught up with Ji Chicheng, "Young master, would you like to eat sothing?"
"No." Ji Chicheng replied, his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants, without stopping.
He walked straight toward the main entrance.
The butler, unsure of where he was heading, worriedly followed and asked, "Young master, where are you going?"
Ji Chicheng stopped, turned, and frowned at the butler, "Am I his son or his prisoner?"
"Uh!"
The butler was taken aback.
"Stop following ." Ji Chicheng warned coldly, extending his hand before continuing to walk forward.
After a few steps, he seed to rember sothing, stopped, turned to the butler, and added a warning, "Don’t send soone to follow either. If I find out anyone’s secretly following again, I’ll burn down this place."
Butler: "..."
This is the Charles’s house. Burn it if you wish, it wouldn’t cost this humble servant a di.
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