novelraw Chapter 635: The man appeared calm and nonchalant, but who knows how anxiously he had been waiting.
Chapter 635: The man appeared calm and nonchalant, but who knows how anxiously he had been waiting.
The next morning at nine, Yeats Howard—the Demon King Hun of the Howard Family—was sent to pick up Delphine and little Nicholas.
Yeats was incredibly curious about Delphine. To have made both Little Uncle and Wilbur Turner fight tooth and nail, and to have successfully conquered Ignatius Leclair—a man who could arguably be called a nightmare-level challenge—Yeats simply wanted to drop to his knees in admiration.
When Yeats saw Delphine wearing a beige coat and holding hands with the miniature version of Ignatius, he was greeted by an adorably soft little boy. He was so well-behaved and sweet that his smile lit up his big, starry eyes.
The Demon King Hun was a bit dazed; so this stern-faced uncle of his—usually with a cold and handsome expression—was this cute when he was young?
Throughout the ride, Yeats grinned from ear to ear while staring incessantly at Nicholas, itching to roughhouse with the mini version of his Little Uncle!
By the time Delphine arrived at the Howard Family estate, she saw streets shaded by dense greenery that seemed to block out the sky. On both sides were clusters of old-style Western architecture, and the Howard residence was set at the very innermost part of the greenery.
The villa was somewhat aged but still radiated an impressive and grand aura.
"This area used to be part of the former concession district, so the architectural style here is quite different from courtyard compounds. The old lady has gotten used to living here and doesn’t want to move, but we usually don’t stay in this place," Yeats explained with a bright smile.
Delphine nodded; it was indeed quite similar to the Leclair Manor.
"Little Auntie, why do I feel like you look so familiar? I keep thinking I’ve seen you somewhere before," Yeats said, scratching his head.
Delphine lowered her eyes. Years ago, when she had just returned to Nanyang, she had almost been hit by a car outside the Leclair Manor. The person in the car happened to be Yeats, but he didn’t remember, and of course, Delphine wasn’t going to bring it up.
"I’m not your Little Auntie," Delphine said flatly.
Yeats chuckled sheepishly and said nothing. The old lady had already called Little Uncle last night, and early this morning, Little Uncle had brought along Benjamin Leclair—the Little Princess—to the Howard residence. His enthusiasm was so obvious that if Delphine still claimed she wasn’t Little Auntie, Yeats might just chop off his own head and offer it to her as a ball.
Yeats parked the car steadily and guided Delphine and Nicholas inside.
After days of heavy snowfall, the skies had finally cleared, and the weather was excellent. The Howard estate’s lawn was blanketed in thick snow, cleared to create an unusually wide path. The entrance to the villa was lined with a thick rug to prevent slipping.
"How come there wasn’t a rug laid down when I went out?" Yeats muttered with a mournful expression. The snow had been falling for days, and he’d been running in and out daily without anyone caring. Yet, the moment Delphine and young Nicholas arrived, the rug was already set up?
In the living room, the old lady of the Howard Family had been waiting eagerly for quite some time. Hearing Yeats’ voice, she quickly came out, and upon seeing Delphine with a soft, adorable little bundle beside her, she immediately smiled warmly, her face blooming with wrinkles. She walked up to greet them and laughed, "Delphine, is this Benjamin? Benjamin, I’m your great-grandmother."
Classmate Nicholas Carter lifted his beautiful little face and called out crisply, "Hello, Great-Grandmother! My name is Nicholas Carter, I’m four years old this year."
"Good, good, good." The old lady was delighted upon seeing how polite and lovable he was, looking about seventy to eighty percent like Ignatius Leclair with his adorable, chubby presence. It was the peak of his cuteness, and she immediately hugged Nicholas joyfully, showering him with care and affection.
The old lady held Nicholas in her arms and led Delphine into the warm living room, laughing as she said, "I was afraid you’d be coming out, so I sent everyone away. It’s just us today—nice and quiet."
Yeats followed them into the living room but, seeing that Little Uncle wasn’t there, squinted mischievously and smirked. Quietly, he tiptoed to the semi-enclosed tea room behind the living room. As expected, he found the coldly handsome man brewing tea. Though he looked composed and as if he were far removed from worldly concerns, one could only imagine how anxiously he’d been waiting.