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Andrea forced a smile. It took her a while before she nodded. “Yes, she’ll be back soon.’
The little boy whooped excitedly.
Patting his head, Andrea added, “Prepare some coffee for San’s friend, will you?”
“Sure!” the boy answered and dashed away.
Andrea gave Vinson a helpless smile. “Thank you for coming to visit us.”
In response, Vinson raised the shopping bags in his hands. “Please accept a little token of appreciation
fromme.”
Andrea waved her hand. “No, no, no. These are too expensive. I’m thankful enough that you came to
update us about her life.”
The concern and sincerity in Andrea’s gaze was evident.
He relaxed. Looks like the Wilhelms treated her well. Thank goodness they adore her.
“Mrs. Wilhelm, just take it. I’ve already bought the gifts. I can’t bring them back home, now can I?
Besides, Arielle has been a great help to me. I’m merely repaying her favor.”
Andrea had no choice but to accept his gifts.
She invited Vinson into the living room to have a seat.
“Pat isn’t here. Can you tell me the truth? How is San doing?”
Clearly, she didn’t believe what Vinson told Pat earlier.
As she knew why Arielle returned to Chanaea, Vinson’s words were obviously fake.
After a brief silence, Vinson chose not to be the bearer of bad news. “Mrs. Wilhelm, don’t worry. Arielle’s
a smart girl. If she runs into trouble, she’ll resolve it easily. As friends, we’ll definitely help her. She’s
doing well now. Though her goal hasn’t been achieved, I believe she’ll be back soon.”
Andrea heaved a sigh of relief at his assurance.
“I’m glad to hear that.” She flashed a proud smile. “San’s indeed smart. She is a fast learner and always
outdoes her teachers. I wonder who gave birth to her. If San’s mother isn’t dead, I’d want to meet her in
person.”
Vinson nodded. “Yes, I have the same thought, too.”
He wanted to meet Maureen and thanked her for giving birth to a brilliant daughter.
Alas…
They fell silent as their expressions turned grim.
Right then, Hubert Wilhelm arrived home.
Hubert might’ve aged, but he was still handsome and robust. His figure was well kept, and he didn’t have
a beer belly.
When he found out Vinson was Arielle’s friend, he immediately gave the latter a warm hug.
Vinson was rendered confused by the sudden hug. He wasn’t used to intimacy, but the Wilhelms didn’t
repel him. In fact, they made his heart soften.
Besides Maureen, they were the only parents-in-law that he acknowledged.
After all, Henrick was a despicable being.
When they bade each other goodbye, Pat took Vinson’s arm and whispered, “Can you help me?”
“Sure, no problem.” Vinson shot him a nod.
Arielle’s brother was also his brother, anyway.
Pat took out a wrinkled letter from his pocket and whispered, “Daddy and Mommy won’t let me contact
San, but I miss her a lot. Can you deliver this letter to her and promise not to peek?”
Vinson chuckled. “Of course. I shall deliver the letter to her without peeking.”
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