Chapter 1494

Pearce finished his announcement and casually tossed the crumpled piece of paper back to the child. The baby clutched his new name in one hand and a toy soldier in the other. Seated under the dim kitchen light, he was silent, head bowed, fidgeting with the toy.

The onlookers felt a chill despite the warm atmosphere; the baby was carrying a knife for crying out loud! But out of politeness, they refrained from criticism and instead offered their congratulations to Bernard and Eleanor.

Only Cedric, with his twins snuggled in his arms, snorted, “The name I made for him was better! I wonder who’s got it in for Bernard to saddle the kid with a name like that…”

As the Sharp family members exchanged awkward compliments, Cedric’s words hung in the air. Peterson glanced nervously toward the door. The estate was grand, and one had to squint to make out the silhouette standing resolutely at the iron gates.

scene inside, yearning to see his great-grandson, now a year old, and wondering how he had grown. But he knew all too well that neither

his cane, limped away toward his car. An old bullet wound from a skirmish with Xavier Penrod had left its mark, and he

Yates, his age and limp were inconsequential, he ambled along, Bernard’s cool gaze cut through the crowd, briefly resting

and ready to motion to the driver, Yates was halted by a hand resting on the car window-a hand with

indifferent and icy. The owner of those eyes, Bernard, looked down at him, expressionless, and murmured, “I owe you thanks for the incident in the operating room, and for saving

As long as your tumor doesn’t recur, it won’t affect the chip. You won’t have to

his stride back to the estate without looking back. He knew the name ‘Damian’ was Yates’ doing,

the Sharp brothers made Eleanor promise to cherish her happiness with Bernard, especially Peterson, who held Bernard in high regard and trusted him with his

no significant animosity toward them. Still, Veronica was

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