On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 238

The moment Alexander George saw him, he dropped his fork. “Uncle…”

Anthony George nodded curtly. “Yes, I’m George, your uncle’s bodyguard. I’m here to take you home.”

Alexander looked utterly confused.

“What is it?” George’s voice was sharp.

The boy quickly shook his head.

“If it’s nothing, then eat.”

Alexander obediently picked up his fork. George sat down beside him. Amy stared at George with wide eyes. “It’s you again.” She stuck out her tongue. “Her paramour.”

“Amy,” Jessica warned. “What did I tell you?”

Amy made a face at George but quickly looked down at her plate when he met her gaze.

Jessica recounted the day’s events at the kindergarten. “If you see Mr. George, could you please explain? The kids are friends now.”

“It’s fine,” George said dismissively. “His father doesn’t care about him anyway.”

Jessica kicked him sharply under the table. What was he thinking, saying something like that in front of the child?

George fell silent. Alexander had seen the kick, but he was surprised that George, who would yell at anyone in the family, hadn't said a word in response. Ms. Brown was truly formidable. A newfound admiration for her filled his little heart.

After dinner, Amy wanted to play on the trampolines at a nearby indoor playground. Alexander, though quiet, was clearly interested too. Jessica agreed to let them play for half an hour.

The parents stood outside the enclosure, watching.

“Did you tell his father he’ll be home late?” Jessica asked George, snapping pictures with her phone.

“No need,” George said casually. “He doesn’t care. Alexander is his illegitimate son. After he got married, he washed his hands of the boy. He’s raised by a nanny who probably just forgot to pick him up today.”

Jessica’s lips thinned. She looked at the boy with a mix of pity and sadness. “Why should a child have to pay for the mistakes of adults?”

George grunted in agreement.

George nodded.

“But… should I keep it a secret from Ms. Brown?” the boy hesitated. “She’s a nice person.”

George tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “Were you afraid of me before?”

Alexander nodded.

“A lot of people are. Ms. Brown is, too. That’s why I’m using the identity of a bodyguard to get close to her first. Once she’s not afraid of me anymore, I’ll tell her who I am.”

Understanding dawned on Alexander’s face. So that was it. It was very thoughtful of him. He nodded vigorously. “Okay. So I can’t call you Uncle anymore. What should I call you?”

“Just George.”

“Okay,” Alexander agreed.

“I have another mission for you,” George said as he drove.