Chapter 130- follow her

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Chapter 130: Chapter 130- follow her After Norton and Sean left, Morrison was left alone in the empty office. Outside, the city lights glimmered, cars rushed past in ceaseless streams, a cacophony of life that clashed violently with the silence surrounding him. He couldn’t help but drift back into memories of Lilian. She had always been easy to please—just being with him was enough. She never cared about extravagant locations or expensive meals. Back then, because their relationship wasn’t public, most of their dates took place in his office, and the meals... well, he cooked them himself. She claimed, cheerfully, that his cooking was better than any restaurant chef’s. Morrison wasn’t sure if she was genuinely impressed or just saying it to make him happy. Sometimes, his efforts weren’t perfect, but she never complained—she just smiled and ate. That simple joy, that effortless happiness, replayed in his mind like a bittersweet melody. His thoughts were abruptly broken by the ringing of his phone. Karl’s cautious voice came from the other end. "Brother... Mom wants you to come home for dinner tonight..." Karl knew of Morrison’s breakup with Lilian, knew that she had gone abroad. He had even told Linda about it. Linda, heartbroken, had cried in frustration. "She’s gone overseas... gone so far. Even if he wanted to make things right, he has no chance now. Lilian’s young, beautiful, with a good personality. Abroad, there’ll be plenty of boys chasing her. You’ll see... she’ll forget you soon enough!" Linda’s words, though meant to express concern, only made Morrison’s heart ache more. She had been hoping for a joyful romance between her son and the girl she liked, and now it had all been swept away. Linda, exhausted from worry and anger, had gone to rest upstairs, leaving Karl to relay her message. Even in her frustration, she cared—she knew her son’s heart was hurting, especially after Lilian had left. Morrison, lost in a haze of guilt and regret, didn’t want to stop to think, didn’t want to eat. Upstairs, Mos prepared dinner, only to find Linda sobbing uncontrollably. He sighed and tried to comfort her. "Children have their own destinies, Linda. There’s no need to get so worked up." Linda, unable to contain her emotions, lashed out. "You! How can you say that? You saw through their relationship early, why didn’t you tell me?" Mos shook his head, calm as ever. "And if I had told you, would you have lectured him until he got scared and ended it even sooner? You know your son—he’d never let anyone meddle." Linda, frustrated, still pouted and wailed, "I’m tired of your secretive ways! I can’t even live a day with peace because of you!" Mos simply walked over, sat beside her, and pulled her into his arms. "You used to complain about one day with me being unbearable. And yet, here we are, half a lifetime later. Settle down and spend the rest of your life with me, won’t you?" Linda, overcome with emotion, buried her face into his chest, sobbing softly. She had once looked down on him, thinking him rigid and overly calculating, unable to navigate social situations without her help. But time had shown her his warmth, his unwavering loyalty, and the deep sincerity behind his actions. But why did having a son mean inheriting all this charm and flirtation? They had argued about this before. Mos would say the son took after her. Linda would bristle, insisting she wasn’t a flirt. "Where have I been unfaithful?" she’d ask. Mos would smirk. "You’re always saying you can’t live with me anymore and that you’d leave to find a better man—that’s where your ’flirtation’ lies." Linda never agreed. She was just speaking with frustration, never actually pursuing anyone else. After all, even though she’d complained for years, they’d spent half a lifetime together. When Morrison arrived home that evening, the family was already gathered. Linda, spotting him, let out a huff of annoyance and turned her face away. Earlier, she had just learned from Karl that his brief ’relationship’ with Lilian had been an act—a staged romance, almost resulting in Karl being crushed under a pillow during their playful tussle. It was obvious to Linda that Morrison and Lilian had been involved for more than just a few days, so Karl’s antics with Lilian seemed suspicious. Once she calmed down enough to question Karl, he confessed truthfully. At the time, Karl had been reading in his room, and Linda, in a fit of frustration, had swung a pillow at him until it tore, stuffing scattering all over him. It was a brutal scene—if Mos hadn’t intervened, he might have been injured. Even now, Karl flinched at the memory, remaining unusually quiet at the dinner table, barely daring to breathe. Women, he thought, were like tigers—but he had no interest in them. He only wanted his research; it was the one thing that treated him gently. Faced with Linda’s icy glare, Morrison gave no reaction. He changed his clothes, washed his hands, and sat at the table to eat, methodical and silent, each bite deliberate. Linda, unable to hold back, jabbed at him. "You can even eat right now?" Morrison continued eating. Linda’s frustration grew. "Lilian is abroad by now! She could meet another man and forget you in an instant, and here you are, eating as if nothing happened!" Her words hit him like a dagger to the chest. His chopsticks paused mid-air. He glanced at her, said nothing, and quietly set his bowl down before rising and heading upstairs. Linda was furious, her voice sharp as she scolded, "What kind of attitude is that? You haven’t even finished your meal, and you’re leaving?" Mos’s father sighed from the side, "Whether he can eat or not, it’s always a problem for you. Whether he leaves before finishing, it’s still a problem for you. What exactly do you want from him?" Linda pouted, frustrated, "I don’t even know what I want! I just... I just get angry whenever I see him." Her emotions ran away with her. Right now, nothing Morrison did seemed right in her eyes. Mos’s father tried to calm her, "He’s hurting too. Let him have some time to think." He had been watching closely. Although Morrison ate mechanically at the table, he wasn’t really tasting the food; each bite was just instinct, not enjoyment. Upstairs, Morrison threw himself onto his bed, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on him. He knew what Linda had said was true—Lilian was young, beautiful, kind, and no doubt had plenty of suitors. And knowing that... made it hurt even more. He had wanted to follow her to the United States, to hold onto her somehow, but he had no idea where she had landed. That madman Bert had always had a tense relationship with Burg Eltz, so Dave and the others had no interest in revealing his whereabouts. America was huge—how could Morrison even find her? Then, suddenly, an idea struck him. Laurent had once done some foreign-trade clothing business with Bert, sending samples and all. If anyone might know Bert’s company address, it would be Laurent. Even if it was just the company address, at least it meant Bert probably lived somewhere nearby.

Chapter 130- follow her

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