Chapter 346: Where Did You Come From
Chapter 346: Where Did You Come From
The night deepens, the distance a blur of chaos, its beauty no longer visible.
"Nora, I want to go..."
"Go ahead."
Before Jasper Sinclair could finish his sentence, Nora Northwood had already anticipated his intention and agreed to let him go.
"I’ll be back as soon as possible. If it’s too late, go ahead and sleep. Don’t wait up for me."
The man’s voice, reminiscent of someone both young and mature, was certainly moving, yet his tone was overly cautious, lending an air of anxiety.
Jasper Sinclair turned his gaze from Nora’s face and then left the master bedroom without a backward glance.
He headed straight to the study, and as the door opened from the outside, a figure darted towards him.
"Jasper Sinclair, why did you have someone take me away? That person was so fierce."
The "fierce" one she referred to was, of course, Louis Hayes.
When facing Jasper, the little girl was completely unguarded, her eyes shining with anticipation, as if he was the closest person in her world.
Jasper took a small step back, his expression now tinged with caution. In a deep and gentlemanly voice, he asked, "What’s your name?"
"My name is Peach Bell, like the peach of a honey peach."
Indeed, she lived up to her name.
"How do you know my name?"
"Mr. Sinclair told me and shared many stories about you. I heard that when you were young, you liked running around with no pants, even more mischievous than I am."
Peach Bell giggled as she spoke, sounding much like a child.
"Have you always lived with them?"
"When I was little, Mr. Sinclair would make time to play with me every day. But on my tenth birthday, he sent the butler and me to a castle and gave me a box that couldn’t be opened, instructing me to bring it to you after my coming-of-age ceremony."
Louis Hayes timely presented the pearwood box before Jasper’s eyes, wanting to say something but swallowing his words.
The Sinclair Group pursued international expansion, with the first branch focusing on overseas markets for years, settling in Australia, and leaving their only son in Grandma Sinclair’s care.
In one of Jasper’s university years, the couple’s death news was reported back home. A temporary investigation team claimed that their cause of death stemmed from a drunk driving accident.
Grandma Sinclair sent people abroad multiple times to investigate, but all efforts ended inconclusively.
Eventually, she had no choice but to give up; the matter became a knot in her heart, festering for years.
Jasper remembered the times he saw his parents could be counted on one hand. Despite the scarce contact, blood still ran thicker than water. At that time, studying business, he refused to believe that his parents could die in an accident.
How could a business elite managing assets worth billions be thoughtless?
Later, he took over The Sinclair Group, officially becoming the Regional Executive President in the Vermilion Region, wielding immense power, a true leader.
He attempted to find Mr. Sinclair’s former business partners, trying to investigate the car accident from back then.
Unfortunately, it had been too long, and many had forgotten.
Just as Jasper slowly accepted the truth of accidental death, someone suddenly appeared, bringing his parents’ relics, saying, "I grew up with your parents."
To him, it was like a bolt from the blue.
"Jasper Sinclair, what are you thinking?"
Peach Bell stood on her tiptoes, her small, pale hand waving in front of the man’s eyes, pulling him back to the present.
Jasper Sinclair did not answer the unimportant question, "Where do you live?"
"In Rapunzel’s castle."
Jasper Sinclair: "..."
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