An hour later.
The housekeeper announced with excitement, "Master, Madam, he is back."
"Finally, the rascal decided to come back." Louisa rose from the sofa, ready to give him a piece of her mind.
"No wonder I saw smoke rising from the house all the way home," Clark Collins said as he slipped off his shoes and sauntered in, a mischievous smile on his face. "Turns out itās Mom steaming with rage."
"You little rascal!" As soon as Louisa saw him, she couldnāt resist landing a few blows on him. "Finally decided to come home? Your sisterās been back for months. Donāt you think as her elder brother, you should care a bit more? Hunter managed to find time despite his busy schedule to come back, Chasel rushed home right after his secret mission, and even David has been keeping your sister company for days. But you and your brotherānot answering messages or calls, spending all day dealing with dead people."
"Mom, thatās my job."
"What job? Hurry up and go upstairs to take a bath. Donāt stink up your sister!" Seeing him head upstairs, Louisa couldnāt help but ask with a touch of curiosity, "Wait, why are your hands empty? Whereās the gift for your sister?"
Clark, halfway up the stairs, answered a bit awkwardly, "Isnāt my coming home the best gift for my sister?"
Louisa couldnāt help but give him a few more smacks. "Who cares about you? Girls want perfumes, jewelry, clothes, or at least a doll. You, on the other hand, canāt be eaten, played with, or worn."
"I can be a decoration," Clark replied seriously. "Even if you bring a doll home, itās just a decoration. And Iām better than a dollāI can move. Whatās more, how can a doll be more pleasing to the eye than me?"
Seeing her handsome sonās serious face, Louisa clutched her heart. "Youāre going to be the death of me."
Seeing his mother truly upset, Clark finally produced a small box and handed it over with a charming smile. "I didnāt forget anyone. This is for my beloved mother."
"Really?" Louisa asked, half doubting, half hopeful, her anger subsiding a bit.
"The gift for my sister is still in the car. If you donāt believe me, go check."
"At least you have some conscience!" Louisa opened the small box to find a dazzling gem inside. Knowing her son cared for both Rose and herself, Louisa finally felt a bit better.
"Whereās mine?" Kenneth inquired as he rushed in from the kitchen.
Clark tossed him a small box. "Iām going upstairs."
Kenneth was somewhat excited. "He still has some shame, running off so quickly. Honey, our boxes are identical. Do you think the contents will be the same?"
"Open it and see."
Kenneth opened the box, only to find a note inside that read: IOU.
Kenneth was dumbfounded.
What a great son.
After Clark had taken a shower and sat on the sofa for quite a while, his sister still hadnāt shown up. Instead, Serena, hearing of his return, rushed to his side as quickly as she could, beaming, "Clark, youāre finally back!"
"Serena." Clark leaned back on the sofa, his body radiating an untamed aura, his handsome smile in place. "Itās been a while. Youāve grown into a young lady."
"Clark, itās been so long since you came back." Serenaās voice waveredāshe had truly missed Clark.
"Clark, itās about time you came home. Serena has been talking about you non-stop; my ears are about to form calluses!" Martha, standing nearby, laughed. "Sometimes Serena would flip through your old photo albums and start crying."
"Whatās there to cry about?"
"She misses you, of course!"
Clarkās gaze softened. "Come here, sit next to me."
Serena eagerly took the spot next to him.
"Why didnāt you just give me a call?"
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