Chapter 179 - Chapter 179: Chapter 172 Father and Son (1/2)
Chapter 179: Chapter 172 Father and Son
Byrne Fischer sat in the carriage, silent for a long period, while Darren sat opposite him, head lowered and not making a sound.
Because Byrne always had a good temper within the family, the atmosphere between father and son had never been this tense. Darren had thought he’d be scolded fiercely, but instead, there was nothing. His father remained as calm as ever.
The sound of the carriage wheels rolled on incessantly, and at last, the aged butler Theo spoke with his old voice:
“We have arrived, Your Excellency.”
Byrne nodded lightly and then waited for Theo to open the carriage door. He and Darren alighted from the black carriage one after the other.
In front of them was a grey villa in the wealthy district of Nasir Town, which could hardly be called luxurious, resembling closely the Fischer family’s very first residence.
“Your Excellency Byrne, you have come, you finally came! Hahahaha!”
A merchant from the villa approached with ecstatic delight, his body trembling with uncontrollable greed and surprise at the sight of Byrne and Darren!
Because of “Profound Memory”, Byrne also remembered this man who he had barely met a few times, an insignificant fabric merchant who couldn’t touch the social circle of the Fischer family, having only attended a few banquets hosted by them by chance.
“Mr. Ken, hello, may I see your daughter Fayer, if that’s possible?”
That His Excellency Byrne actually remembered his name, the merchant named Ken was even more thrilled and excited.
“Yes, yes, of course! Please come in first. Just wait a moment, I’ll have someone call my daughter out right away, hahaha!”
Merchant Ken immediately invited Byrne and his son into his villa, then shouted for someone. With utmost sincerity, the house’s four servants ushered the daughter out from inside.
The golden-haired maiden Fayer emerged slowly from within, first looking at Darren with deep affection before noticing the black-clad, distinguished figure of His Excellency Byrne.
She instinctively lowered her head, unable to meet his gaze, clutching the corner of her dress, unable even to utter a word.
Even before Byrne had really arrived, her father had taught her many times how to please the important figure, attempting to secure her place within the core circle of the Fischer family, but she just couldn’t do it.
Fayer was uncontrollably frightened deep down, after all, that important figure was someone who could decide her fate with just a casual remark!
How could she not be afraid?
Byrne couldn’t help but give his son Darren a stern look, took a deep breath, and calmed himself.
He activated his Deconstructive Perspective and soon sighed deeply. The slight bulge in the golden-haired girl’s abdomen couldn’t be concealed from his eyes.
In his heart, Byrne truly felt that his son’s seventeen years were very different from his at that age.
Back then, he himself was still lost in a sea of knowledge, never even having touched a woman’s hand, oblivious even when girls approached him.
Come to think of it, when had Darren grown so tall and strong? In Byrne’s heart, images of that chubby child still lingered.