Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 992:

He could almost feel Caylee beside him as he stood there, lost in thought. It was here, in this very garden, that they had vowed to spend their lives together.

Back then, he had been full of ambition, his dreams burning bright, and Caylee had been his perfect counterpart—youthful, graceful, and full of life. They’d been inseparable, a picture-perfect pair.noveldrama

Now, the years had taken their toll. His hair had thinned, his face had changed, and every step felt heavier. Returning here, he felt the weight of time, the sobering truth that everything had changed.

As he drifted through his thoughts, Balthasar and Sergio hurried over, having heard the news of his arrival. The three embraced, grief and joy spilling into tears.

Marissa and Everett, arriving shortly after, found them in that bittersweet embrace.

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Balthasar clung to Paul, his cries filled with years of unspoken heartache, while Sergio stood beside them, tears streaming silently. Paul, overcome with emotion, felt his own tears fall.

They’d said all that needed to be said in the video call the night before, so no one brought up the past now. They held one another tightly, letting their silences speak of all the years and memories between them.

After a while, Marissa stepped forward, her voice gentle as she broke the silence.

“Dad, Mr. Brock is here to see you.”

Paul’s gaze landed on Everett, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the young man before him. After a pause, he asked, “Are you Everett?”

“Yes,” Everett replied with a respectful nod.

“I am Everett Brock. But please, call me Everett.”

Memories stirred as Paul studied him. The last time they had met was under unusual circumstances—Everett’s grandfather had found Paul after he’d fallen off Rose Cliff, seriously injured. Back then, Everett had been just a twelve-year-old boy.

Since that fateful encounter, the Brock family had kept their distance as Paul took on a new identity and eventually became the owner of the Sunrise.

If Paul hadn’t regained his memory, he would never have discovered the ties linking him to the Brocks of Blebert. Now, fifteen years later, Paul marveled at the changes time had wrought. The boy he remembered had grown into a refined, handsome young man.

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