Matthew did not show any signs of anger. Instead, he seemed to think that not only was Joshua a great actor, but he was also quick-witted. If it had not been for his past hurtful actions toward Cynthia, Matthew would have actually admired him. Joshua set down the spoon in his left hand, his voice and gaze betraying no flaws. "I've summarized The Pilgrims' Progress. Can you forgive me for my past mistakes?" "Of course. Admitting your mistakes and correcting them makes you a good child," Matthew responded calmly. Joshua did not really care about that. He just looked at Cynthia excitedly, with a bit of a coquettish tone, "Cynthia, he has forgiven me. Are you still mad at me?" "Not mad. Remember what I told you though. You cannot lie or falsely accuse anyone ever again. Understand?" Cynthia replied gently, her eyes soft yet complex. Joshua nodded. "Yes." "Good." "Cynthia." "Yes?" "Actually, I lied to you about something else." Joshua's gaze darkened slightly, and he hes
Joshua had paid the price by saving her. Compared to settling old scores, Cynthia felt as if she still owed him. As Joshua felt her warm hand, his sobbing gradually subsided, yet his desire to possess Cynthia intensified. "However…" He raised his head from her embrace, looking at her with a self-blaming expression. "What is it?" "There's another thing I lied to you about. This one's about me," Joshua admitted, his gaze falling. He had thought it through. Rather than having Yoel and Matthew expose him, he figured it was better to tell another lie half-truthfully. That way, even if Cynthia later found out the truth from Matthew or Yoel, her reaction wouldn't be too severe. Cynthia calmly accepted this. "Go ahead." "Once I reveal this, you'll definitely be angry, and you might even ignore me. Can you promise me, no matter what I reveal later, you won't abandon me?" Joshua gauged his tone perfectly, and his acting was top-notch. "Alright," Cynthia agreed. Just like any other
That way, she could return a healthy Joshua to Old Man Neal and Daphne sooner. With these thoughts, Cynthia's mood eased a bit. "When Yoel was discussing the past with me, I felt as if my mental age had shifted a bit. That's why I lied about going to fetch the cufflinks," Joshua confided, now that he knew she did not despise him. "So you lied to see Sean?" Cynthia frowned, seemingly confused about his approach. According to their earlier plan, she would have taken him to see Sean for a check-up that day anyway. Why would he lie and go alone? "Mm-hmm." Joshua nodded, cautiously testing Cynthia's boundaries and blaming Sean in the process, "Sean had told me earlier to seek him out if I felt uncomfortable in any way." Cynthia knitted her brows. Why had Sean not informed her? "Cynthia, are you angry?" Joshua was unsure of her reaction. "No." Cynthia decided she would have a serious talk with Sean, but before that, she needed to clear up something. "Why didn't you wait for me to
"Cynthia, why weren't you angry when I told you I'd regained some of my cognitive abilities? After all, I deceived you." Joshua's eyes flickered as he posed a question. "I would be upset if you continued to lie, but you told the truth in time. Moreover, regaining your cognitive abilities is a good thing. After observing you today, I had a suspicion about your mental state," Cynthia explained. "You knew I was recovering?" "I didn't know for sure, but I had my suspicions." "Cynthia, you're as smart as our neighbor, Matthew. He said I had recovered when he took me over yesterday. I didn't expect you to figure it out either." Joshua's choice of words changed, fitting his seventeen-year-old persona. Cynthia looked at Joshua. Captain knew about this? She asked for clarification, "What do you mean by that?" Joshua explained what had transpired before. Of course, after explaining, he remembered to justify himself, "Matthew said I had recovered. Initially, I wanted to admit it
Now, as she contemplated, she wondered if Captain had Joshua summarized The Pilgrim's Progress in the afternoon to see if his handwriting would give him away. After all, there was a distinct difference between an adult's handwriting and a child's. However, Joshua managed to conceal it perfectly. "Cynthia." Joshua's voice suddenly called out from outside. Opening the door, Cynthia asked, "What is it?" "I have something to ask you. I'm not sure if you're willing to listen." Joshua primarily wanted to buy Sean some time to think and make a decision. "Go ahead." "Do you like our neighbor, Matthew?" Cynthia was taken aback. What kind of question was this? Seeing the sincerity on Joshua's face, she could not help but recall his acting abilities. "Haven't I already answered that?" she reminded him. "I just want to confirm one more time. If Matthew were to confess his feelings to you, would you agree to be with him?" Joshua felt this was of utmost importance to him. "No, I wo
For some reason, she found this information slightly unsettling. "Before the incident at Queneska Island, did you and Joshua make any sort of deal? Just tell me. In the future, if you need my help, I'll assist you once free of charge." Cynthia, after careful deliberation, posed her question. Sean was surprised to hear that. Such a tempting offer. Cynthia's fees were quite high. However, the success rate was always one hundred percent when she lent a hand. "This puts me in a difficult position," Sean confessed, his tone gentle. Cynthia did not respond. After a long pause, Sean finally made a decision, "Telling you now wouldn't make any difference. Moreover, I promised Joshua that I wouldn't." "Are you sure you won't tell me?" "I can't." Sean was firm. Recalling her previous negotiation with Sean during the rescue mission, Cynthia spoke, "You remember what you promised when you asked me to bring Yves to save Joshua, right?" Sean paused, recollecting the conditions s
Cynthia wanted to ask more, but given Sean's current state, she knew she would not get anything else. She decided to end the call. In the next two days, she took good care of Joshua, who was well-behaved. A few days from New Year's Eve dinner, Felix, who had previously said he would come to the capital, arrived. "Do you want to go to the airport with me to pick up your father or wait for me at home?" Cynthia asked him, letting him make the decision. Joshua replied promptly, "I'll go with you." He did not want his father of his to come. However, given the current circumstances, he could not stop it. It was better to go with Cynthia, so his father would have no opportunity to say anything bad about him. After Cynthia agreed, she took him to the airport. In the car, Joshua seemed somewhat ill at ease. "Cynthia, is my dad a very serious person?" "Not at all, he's a nice person, and he loves you very much," Cynthia answered truthfully. Yeah right. That was Joshua's f
However, given the current situation, Joshua could not afford to fall out with his father, especially with Cynthia around. At half past eleven, the car stopped in front of the restaurant. Cynthia, Felix, and Joshua got out and entered. Led by the manager, they were shown to the private room that had been booked in advance. While they were waiting for the food, Cynthia explained Joshua's situation to Felix. After hearing the story, the first concern Felix raised was, "So, aside from incomplete mental recovery and memory loss, he's fine otherwise?" Cynthia nodded in affirmation. "Joshua." Felix turned to the young man. Joshua, sensing a vague feeling of dread, lifted his gaze to meet his. His instincts told him that his father was about to stir up trouble. "Since you are basically fine now, you should return to Jiverton with me tomorrow. Your mother and grandfather miss you and would love for you to come home for the New Year," Felix said without missing a beat, his tone ca