Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

Chapter 232 Like a Puppet

Old Madam Flint nodded. "Yes. You used to be so different from how you are now. You were not as indifferent and were even gentle and warm in the past. But after what happened six years ago... You became a different person. If it wasn’t for your birthmark, I even thought that someone had replaced you."

Julien's pupils constricted.

Based on his grandma's description of him, how he was now and how he was back then were two completely different people. However, Julien had no recollection of himself back then.

Could this be normal?

Julien pressed on his forehead as he felt a sudden headache. Weird images started appearing in his head again, and they were just flashbacks. They came and went quickly, so Julien had no idea what the images were.

"Julien, what happened?" Old Madam Flint could tell that something was wrong with Julien and asked in a hurry.

Julien rubbed his eyebrow in distress. "I’m fine. Grandma, tell me more. How was I back then?"

“Sure." Old Madam Flint naturally agreed. "You were more chatty last time and were courteous to everyone you met. However, since you told me that you got together with your pen pal Lyra Madden, I realized that your life suddenly revolved all around her, as though there were nothing else around you. You were exactly like a puppet."

"No. That's impossible." Julien tightened his fist, his heart in denial.

How could he be a puppet?

When he thought about how he spoiled and protected Lyra without any limitations, he lost his confidence.

He knew that Lyra made many mistakes, but he never once reprimanded her, and never thought of punishing her as well. On the other hand, he went ahead and cleaned up her mess just because she shed some tears. What else could he be if not a puppet?

Julien knew that something was wrong and it was not how it was supposed to be. However, memories from a few months before assured him that it was the truth.

When Old Madam Flint saw his grandson in selfdoubt, she sighed.

"That’s enough. Let's not talk about this anymore. Why were you at Syd’s place when the accident occurred? Were you going to her place?" Old Madam Flint asked while she touched Julien’s forehead.

Something flashed across Julien’s eyes and he did not reply.

Old Madam Flint pursed her lips. "It's fine if you don't want to mention it. I'll go get some rest. Syd told me to get some rest even if I'm worried about you.”

"Sydney knows about my accident?" Julien's expression changed as he asked immediately.

Old Madam Flint nodded. "Of course. Your accident became a news headline. How is it possible for her to not know about it?"

Julien lowered his eyes, unable to cover the emotions within. "Then, did she...?"

'Ask about me? Or come to see me?'

"What?" Old Madam Flint looked at him.

Julien opened his mouth, but the words disappeared as they reached his lips. He said, "Nothing."

Old Madam Flint gave him a glare and said, "Fine then. I’ll be leaving. Get some rest."

Julien nodded and disappointment appeared in his eyes.

Sydney probably did not ask about him, nor did she come and see him.

Otherwise, Grandma would have mentioned it.

She knew that his accident occurred in Shallow Bay, and she could guess that he was looking for her.

Despite this, she did not come and see him. Could she be that heartless?

Julien's face darkened, and a surge of annoyance appeared in his heart, making him uncomfortable.

Skylight Corporation.

Cayden was in Sydney’s office and they were having afternoon tea together. Cayden suddenly received a call from his manager, asking him to return to the company for a meeting.

The moment he left, Sharon came by.

When she found out that Cayden left, she had a sour look on her face. "I’m late."

"Why are you so interested in Cay?" Sydney pointed at the chair opposite her desk and asked her to sit.

After Sharon sat down, her expression was serious." President Raines, let me be honest with you. I think he's the one I’m looking for."

"Huh?"

Sharon took a sip of tea and said, "President Raines, do you know that I've been looking for someone?"

Sydney nodded. "I know. You took leave twice because of this matter.”

"That’s right.” Sharon sighed. “I came from Jackel City, and I was the bodyguard of a noble family. I came to Port City this time to look for the Old Master’s son."

"Are you suspecting that Cay is the Old Master's son you were talking about?” Sydney raised her eyebrow.

“Yes. Mr. Lowe looks exactly like the Old Master, and his age also matches the young master. I'm very sure that he's the one I'm looking for," Sharon said.

Sydney smiled. "What if he's not? Even though Cay’s parents passed away long ago, I've seen pictures and they look really alike."

"Of course, I have my evidence. First, Mr. Lowe grew up in Rivervale. Based on what I found, the young master also lived in Rivervale. Moreover, Mr. Lowe looks exactly like the Old Master. With these two coincidences, I'm fairly certain that Mr. Lowe is the young master himself."

"You have a point.” Sydney nodded.

Sharon held Sydney’s hand. "President Raines, please help me. I need some of Mr. Lowe’s hair for a DNA analysis."

"I... I’ll ask Cayden for his opinion first. If he disagrees, then I can't help you," Sydney replied after giving it some thought.

Sharon squeezed her hand gratefully. "Thank you, President Raines. I'm glad that you're willing to help. If he doesn't agree, then I’ll try other means. I'll leave now."

After saying that, Sharon let go of Sydney's hand and walked out with a hum.

"She always put her emotions on her sleeve." Sharon shook her head in amusement.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Sydney put down her pen and saw that it was Hunter who called. She answered right away, "Hello?”

"Aunty.” The voice that came through did not belong to Hunter, but a small boy.

Sydney smiled instantly. "Davey?”

"It's me, Aunty! I miss you,” Davey held the phone with both hands as he said coquettishly.

Sydney's expression was incredibly gentle. “If you miss me, ask your uncle to bring you over.”

"Okay! Uncle...”

Before Davey could finish his sentence, Sydney heard Hunter's voice. "Hey, give me back the phone."

"No!" Davey hid the phone behind his back.

Hunter looked at him and sneered. "Come on. Do you think I can’t get it just because you hide it at the back?”

As he said that, Hunter bent down and took the phone away from Davey. He used his large palm to press on Davey's head, unaffected by the punches and kicks that Davey threw at him.

Davey was about to cry. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Hunter gave him a smug smile and put the phone next to his ear. "Hi Sydney, it's me." "Are you bullying Davey?” Sydney questioned.

Hunter blinked and answered in a serious tone, "No way. He’s my nephew, so how can I bully him?"

“Really?” Sydney narrowed her eyes, visibly still in doubt.

Hunter quickly nodded. "Of course. If you don't believe me, you can ask Davey."

Hunter gave the phone to Davey and pointed his chin toward the pile of toys at the side. He was warning Davey to watch his words, or he might just take all the toys away.

Davey immediately understood and his eyes were brimming with tears. However, he dared not cry loudly and could only swallow his anger. Under his horrible uncle’s warming gaze, he forced a smile and said, "Aunty, Uncle really didn’t bully me."

When Sydney heard this from Davey, she finally believed Hunter.

Hunter gave Davey a satisfied smile and took his phone up the stairs. "Sydney, I found a suitable stand-in for Clarice Madden.”