“Lunch is ready!” Florence had quickly whipped up avish meal, and every dish looked.
sumptuous.
Dustin had been prepared to make an excuse and slip away but was stopped by Dahlia. In the end, he
had no choice but to stay for the meal with Rufus. It was the first time the father and son pair had had a
meal together at the same table.
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As they ate, Rufus’ eyes gradually welled up with tears. It felt like it’d been a lifetime for him, but the
day finally came when he could sit down and have a meal with his son.
He had yet to receive his son’s forgiveness, but what he had now was good enough. He was already
very satisfied. Of course, many people out there would never believe that the ruthless and formidable
Prince of Theswe would get teary-eyed over a meal.
Once he had his fill, Rufus tactfully took his leave He knew that if he stayed on any longer, his son
would most likely lose his temper.
Rufus left the Nicholson Vi with a spring in his step.
“How did things go, Sir?” When he got into the car, Albert, who sat in the passenger seat, asked
inquisitively.
“Hahaha! I had a meal with my son today!” Rufusughed heartily. Anyone could see that he was
pleased
The driver found it strange that he’d be so d because of a meal. “So you had a meal with your son,
what’s the big deal? Does it really warrant such joy from you? You’re the Prince of Theswe! Where’d
your dignity go?” He thought to himself.
“Congrattions, Sir! That’s one step closer to sess!” Albert smiled. He was the only one who knew
how much it meant to Rufus to have a meal with his son. Even winning ten cities was nowhere near as
important as that.
“We’re indeed off to a good start, but knowing that rascal, it’ll be difficult to make much progress.” At
the thought of that, Rufus was once again troubled.
“Take it slow, Sir. I believe that one day, Mr. Logan will find it in him to forgive you,” Albert consoled him.
“I sure hope so…” Rufus sighed before he continued “Oh before I forget, is my daughter-inw rted
to the Nicholson family of Glenstead?”
“Yes, ording to my investigations, she is from the prestigious Nicholson family of Glenstead. -Albert
nodded.
“Very well, give that fe-what’s his name? Reggie?”
“Regulus Nicholson.”
“Ah, right, give Regulus a call. Have him take good care of my daughter-inw, but make sure that he
isn’t exposed. I wouldn’t want to frighten her,” Rufus said after some consideration. Gaining his son’s
forgiveness would be a challenge, but he could get his daughter-inw on his side first. That would
make things much easier for him.
“Rest assured, Sir. I know what to do.” Albert nodded.
“Great. Let’s go visit the Drunken Maniac at Peaceful Medical Center. It’s been a long time. You old
buddies should catch up.”
Back at the Nicholson Vi, Dustin watched emotionlessly as Rufus’ car drove off. He knew perfectly
well that what happened back then had nothing to do with Rufus, but he still could not forgive him. He
was but a mere mortal. He wasn’t above his emotions.
All his life, he had known that kindness should be repaid with kindness and that revenge must be
sought for any wrongs. He would willingly go against the world for his family and loved ones. It was
different for Rufus, however. As a person of status, his priority was always what benefited him, and his
gains and losses. Outsiders might think that Rufus did nothing wrong, but to Dustin, his one mistake
was that he did absolutely nothing at all.
“Why are you spacing out?” Dahlia picked up a cup of hot tea and walked over to Dustin to pass it to
him.
“Nothing.” Dustin smiled and took a sip of tea.
“Didn’t you tell me that both your parents had passed away? Who was this father of yours today?”
Dahlia found things puzzling.
“He’s as good as dead to me,” Dustin stated calmly.
“I guess there must be some sort of major conflict going on between you. Can I ask what it is about?”
Dahlia tried to make sense of the situation