When There Is Nothing Left But Love

That single statement had me convinced; he had managed to repeat the contents of the note without fail.

It wouldn’t be much of a surprise for a six-year-old boy from such a renowned family to be able to produce such neat handwriting. However, it was tough to believe he could get so many people to do his biddings.

Crouching, I held his arms and asked with a serious expression, “You’re not allowed to lie, okay? Tell me the truth! Do you know the one who asked me over?”

“Do you not believe me?” As Gregory asked, he walked over and accessed his tablet. The moment he took his seat, he started executing a series of commands. If I hadn’t been there to witness it, I wouldn’t believe have believed he had such a mature side.

Since he had dove right into it, in fear of interrupting him, I had to sneak my way over to check on the things he was up to.

Countless rows of codes could be seen on the screen as Gregory swiftly ran his chubby fingers across the keyboard.

After a short while, a large notification was prompted on the screen—Success!

He seemed to have gained access to another person’s device.

asked, “Did you

our chauffeur and Mr. Campbell a text, acting as though I’m my father. They approached you and brought you over because they thought it was

had been manipulating his father’s subordinates

was the fact he could easily execute countless complicated commands to edit the

still had my fair share of doubts. Thus, I looked at the screen and repeated my question, “Are you really the one behind

He must be afraid I wouldn’t trust

and wondered if I should consider myself

regain a part of my lost memories, yet I had been brought over for something

his day, right? After all,

you’re not allowed to keep your father in the dark anymore if you’re going to meet another stranger in person. You’re the son of the wealthiest man in the country. If anyone

a hard time figuring out if the child could comprehend

have seen me, and I have turned you down, I guess it’s the end of our session today. It’s getting late. I’ll be

begged with his face puckered in a pitiable manner, “What do