Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

It was Jamie’s first time discussing this matter so seriously with Robbie. Indeed, Robbie was an entirely different person from his usual frivolous self.

He’d suddenly grown stern. Looking into his brother’s small face, Jamie felt that Robbie exuded an aura of manliness.

“I haven’t…” Robbie began, then reflected. “My personality’s always been rather neutral. I’m not as lively as you.”

“No,” Jamie shook his head, saying solemnly. “You were always wiser and more mature than I was even when Mommy was still with us. But you’d still laugh and joke. You were close to Great-grandpa too. I haven’t seen you smile in a while.”

“Now that Mommy’s not around, I can’t bring myself to smile,” Robbie replied in a low voice, his eyes reddening.

Jamie bowed his head in grief. He was silent for a moment, then said, “Ellie and I are sad, too, that Mommy’s no longer around. But we can’t take it out on Great-grandpa. It has nothing to do with him.”

Robbie frowned but said nothing. He was the only one who had borne witness to the last time Mommy had been with them. She’d clearly been threatened by Great-grandpa. Robbie hadn’t stopped blaming himself for trusting Great-grandpa.

If only I’d stopped him! If only I’d never left her side! Robbie despaired with all the benefits of hindsight. Perhaps tragedy would not have struck then.

There was no way he could tell all this to Jamie and Ellie, though. He swallowed the truth in silence, and it weighed heavy on his heart like a stone.

ignorance! That’s the only way they can continue

were red, and he wasn’t listening all the time I was talking to him, staring off into the distance,” Jamie pressed. “He was trying so hard to get you to like him!

began. He suddenly sat up in dismay as raindrops began

that tree! It was in no danger of

which was effective for warding

so urgent?” Jamie

replied distractedly. He frantically turned toward the computer in a bid to hastily transfer his mechanical dove to another

Jamie cried in annoyance. “I’m talking to you. Aren’t you being a little

I’ll tell you later! Go and get some breakfast first,”

mad!” Jamie declared, his arms akimbo. He stalked out of the

departing figure, then turned back to his computer. Wait till I get

wounds. She drew back the blinds and gazed out at the gloomy skies. Her heart

heard at the Nachts’ residence previously. Charlotte’s heart ached for the

this way? Charlotte wondered. She was