A Second Chance at Forever

Chapter 1493

Pearce glanced at the towering, muscle-bound figure of Cedric, then down at his own skinny arms and legs. Sighing, he rolled down his sleeves. “Next, let’s move on…”

Cedric’s hope now rested on Elwood Laurence. He picked up his son and began to lecture affectionately, “Buddy, don’t you go chasing money like your sister did. You gotta soak up knowledge like a sponge, got it?”

The Laurences and the Sharp were all at their wits’ end with Cedric’s antics. “Mr. Laurence, the kid’s still in diapers, and you’re loading him up with all this pressure. Being your son is no walk in the park.”

Mr. Laurence rolled his eyes, ignoring them, and continued to whisper into the baby’s ear, “When I set you down, you make a beeline for that classic novel in the middle. If you can grab that book, you’ll be the brightest Laurence, and I’ll finally get to rub it in Bernard’s face.”

After his speech, Cedric put down the baby, coiled his right hand into a fist, and pumped the air. “Come on, buddy, we’re not just after a slice of bread here, we’re after pride!”

like his sister. Under the intense, anxious gaze of everyone, he slowly made his way to the edge of the carpet. One little hand reached

Cedric’s heart skipped a beat. “Buddy, please, not the gold. Anything but

shiny coin and delighted in it, even lifting it up to wave at his sister, who was waving a wad of cash. Both twins danced with joy, holding their treasures. Only Cedric was left banging his head against the wall. “Oh, heavens! One loves cash, the other one obsessed with gold…

to Cedric’s theatrics. After the cash and gold were distributed, it was Eleanor and Bernard’s baby’s turn. Bernard had no expectations for the child, simply placing him on the ground after

clenched, “Come on buddy, follow Selene and Elwood. Grab the cash, grab the gold, and become the richest kid

baby ignored Cedric and continued to crawl on his own, reaching the edge of the carpet where various items were laid out. His eyes, clear as melting icicles, fixed on a shiny gold letter opener for a second before he crawled straight to it, bypassing everything else, and grabbed

and pat the baby’s head, “My little nephew,

the baby pulled out the letter opener with a snap, lifted his chubby chin, and looked at

mute. But now, the child pronounced ‘fight’ so clearly that everyone

glanced sideways at Bernard, who’d been disinterested throughout the whole affair. “Did

that shiny thing in Mr. Laurence’s study. Thought