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!”

around just 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 for

under that tiny hand, Cedric’s heart skipped a beat. “Buddy, please, not the gold.

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

was Eleanor and Bernard’s baby’s turn. Bernard had no expectations for the child, simply placing him on the ground

crouched beside the carpet, fists clenched, “Come on buddy, follow Selene and Elwood. Grab the cash, grab the gold, and become the richest kid in the world!”

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

head, “My little nephew, are you planning to be a knight

opener with a snap, lifted

a word, not even for treats. Eleanor had thought he might be mute. But now, the child pronounced ‘fight’ so clearly that everyone shivered. It wasn’t that he couldn’t speak; it was that he hadn’t

been disinterested throughout the whole affair. “Did you put

thing in Mr. Laurence’s study. Thought