novelraw Chapter 358 - 357: Walk the paths she walked, do the things she wanted to do, pretend that all these years, she has always been here.
Chapter 358 - 357: Walk the paths she walked, do the things she wanted to do, pretend that all these years, she has always been here.
Ignatius Leclair let out a derisive laugh; this one really has the heart to let his son endure hardship with him.
Richard Shaw doesn’t return to the Shaw Mansion simply because he doesn’t want to be reminded of old memories.
If he knew that Crystal Landon not only survived but transformed into the sister of the Golden Triangle warlord, a frequent name on the bounty lists of the black market, with enemies everywhere, could he still sit here so calmly brewing tea?
"Say it. What happened this time for you to suddenly rush to the Imperial City overnight?" Richard Shaw raised his eyes, a flash of wisdom gleaming in them.
Ignatius Leclair fell silent for a moment before speaking after a pause, "Richard, I won’t be able to have children anymore."
"Are you sick?" Richard’s first reaction was infertility?
Ignatius gave him a cold glare and said, "Delphine had a miscarriage; she can’t conceive."
He himself has severe mental cleanliness; having one woman is already fortunate. If Delphine can’t have children, it’s unlikely he will ever have kids.
Luckily, the Leclair Family still has Isaac Leclair on the main branch, so they won’t face extinction.
Richard Shaw’s lips curled into a smile as he calmly said, "You’re serious."
Being friends for nearly thirty years, he never expected the South Asian playboy who championed singlehood and cared little for women to have a moment of fleeing to the Imperial City in the dead of night.
Ignatius, seeing his teasing expression, instantly darkened his face, narrowing his phoenix eyes and sneering, "Major General Shaw’s famed tenderness is known throughout the entire Imperial City. Do you even have the qualifications to mock me? Ha."
Richard Shaw, stung by the sharp retort, sighed helplessly. This guy has been stubborn since childhood, becoming more and more infuriating every day.
"Modern technology is so advanced. Miss Delphine’s infertility due to her previous miscarriage isn’t the end of the world. With the Leclair Family’s resources, setting up an empire of medical research isn’t a big deal. If you want kids, you’ll find a way. But," Richard Shaw said with a languid smile, "I’m not sure she’d agree to have children with you."
When they first met in South Asia, the woman’s temperament was exceptionally aloof and indifferent. Coupled with what he’d heard about the events there, Ignatius’s road to love was indeed riddled with challenges.
"That’s not your concern. I’m here on business in the Imperial City and conveniently dropped by to drink with you," Ignatius replied coldly, his handsome face bearing a hint of unkempt distress.
Richard Shaw nodded in understanding, not exposing the lie. He merely smiled faintly. On such a festive occasion, claiming to visit the Howard Family’s matriarch would be believable, but chances are "business" wasn’t the reason; the real purpose was likely drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
Oh well, for someone as flawless and composed as him since childhood, having something to drink over wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Richard looked up and saw Casimir Shaw, freshly brushed and sprinting into the room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of steaming hot rice cakes. His beautiful peach blossom eyes shone like they were filled with the brightest stars.
The man’s smile faded slightly. He remembered that when Casimir was born, she no longer wished to see him, only giving the child the name Casimir, saying the character for "Ze" belonged to the water element in metaphysics, nourishing all things. He would grow up to be a refined gentleman, unlike him, someone cold and merciless.
Later, he strove to recall everything she ever said, walked the roads she walked, did the things she loved, pretending all these years that she’d never left.
"Uncle Richard, can I share the rice cakes with Uncle Ignatius?" Casimir Shaw asked, staring at the rice cakes longingly, drooling yet still restrained, remembering to ingratiate himself with Uncle Ignatius. He was determined to become the lovable Casimir Shaw—the kind of child who could make Mommy regret leaving him and Richard.