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Chapter 47 Just A Kid
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Cecilia had no desire to provoke this man who was incapable of distinguishing right from wrong and repaid kindness with enmity. “Apologies, I fell ill a few years back and have lost memory of many people and events,” she said coolly. With that, she turned and headed back to Ninth Ville.
Zachary, standing frozen, watched her retreating figure, unable to process what had just happened. “She doesn’t remember?” he thought, still stuck in a daze. His bodyguards, witnessing the young master in such a distracted state, dared not approach him, unsure of how to handle the situation.
Back at the mansion, Cecilia collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion. What she didn’t know was that at that very moment, in Erihal Airport, her best friend, Vivian, had already purchased a plane ticket in advance and was set to arrive in Tudela that night. Meanwhile, Jonathan had also managed to buy a ticket for the same flight online. Without drawing attention, he blended in with the other passengers and discreetly boarded the plane.
At seven in the evening, as soon as Vivian got off the plane, she immediately called Cecilia. She hadn’t noticed, but trailing behind her was a little boy, no taller than a suitcase, clad in sportswear and masked under a cap. The boy was dragging a suitcase that was even bigger than himself. Despite the curious gazes from the crowd, Vivian remained oblivious.
There were a few critical voices among the onlookers. “How could a mother let her child drag such a large suitcase?” one muttered. Another added, “The post-nineties generation nowadays truly leaves one speechless.” A third one scoffed, “This kind of person simply doesn’t deserve to be a mother!”
Vivian couldn’t understand why everyone was giving her strange looks. It wasn’t until she heard Jonathan’s earnest yet tender voice that she realized something serious had happened. “Mommy,” he cautioned, “you shouldn’t be on your phone while walking. It’s important to stay safe.”
What? Vivian was puzzled. Since when did she have a son? She turned around and saw Jonathan dragging the large suitcase, his face hidden under a mask and hat. His bright eyes, sparkling like obsidian, radiated innocence—so pure that it almost made her stomp her foot in frustration.
She felt a strong urge to curse, but what could she do? If Cecilia found out her son had secretly followed her, she would surely go mad. Meanwhile, the crowd, unaware of the context, was charmed by the little boy’s words, now filled with a mixture of heartache and affection. “What a darling and sensible child,” one remarked. “If only he were my son.” Another added, “It’s a shame to have such an irresponsible mother.”
Vivian, rendered speechless, wanted to cry but found no tears. Jonathan, ever the considerate young man, spoke up for her. “Don’t blame my mom. She’s been working hard to provide for our family all by herself.”
The crowd, hearing this, cast sympathetic glances. “She’s a single mother, how unfortunate,” one murmured. Vivian’s face darkened as she picked Jonathan up with one arm while dragging his suitcase with the other, swiftly maneuvering through the crowd.
Jonathan, still concerned for her, stayed close, his voice gentle as he spoke. “Ms. Kennedy, aren’t you tired? I can walk by myself.”
Vivian, finally finding a less crowded area, set him down, gasping for breath. “W-When did you start following me? Does Ceci know you came?” she asked in a rush.
Jonathan, remarkably composed, looked at her with his big eyes. “Ms. Kennedy, girls need to be careful when they’re out and about. I’ve been following you this whole time, and you didn’t even notice me. It shows that your safety awareness needs improvement.”
Vivian, frustrated but amused, pinched Jonathan’s chubby cheeks through his mask with her slender fingers. “My darling, answer my question,” she demanded.
Jonathan’s eyes curved in amusement, and he replied playfully, “What do you think?”
Vivian knew at that moment that this young fellow was no gentleman—he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “What do we do now?” she asked, looking at him in disbelief.
Jonathan gazed back at her with those sparkling eyes. “Are you asking me? Keep in mind, I’m just a three-year-old kid who hasn’t even turned four yet.”
