Chapter 396

Five days later.

The sky was gloomy, and the cold wind blew repeatedly, but it could not disperse the large dark clouds looming overhead.

Evander supported Cedric, dressed in a black suit with a small white flower pinned to his blazer.

Tristan was also dressed in black, his slender body standing straight as he calmly gazed at the photo on the tombstone, not shedding a single tear.

His mother had left him with a birthday he would never forget: Making him an abandoned child.

"Mr. Carlson, we can leave now," Evander said with a sigh.

Even though Vivienne had brought it upon herself, her sudden absence still brought a sense of sorrow.

Cedric nodded, turned to look at Tristan, reached out, and took his tiny hand. "Let's go home already."

"Home?" Tristan looked a little confused.

"Yes, home. From now on, wherever I am, it'll be your home too," Cedric reassured.

After five years of being father and son, even though they were not biologically related, they had formed a bond. Moreover