Chapter 112

Before Cedrick could take a good look at the photo, he heard Albert from downstairs—

"Young Master Ollie, what are you doing?"

"This is very dangerous, so please get down from there!"

"Hold the ladder, all of you!"

Cedrick, distracted by the shouts, mindlessly placed the phone on his table with the screen facing down. His slender self stood up as the smile disappeared, leaving his usual emotionless expression on his face.

What had Ollie done this time?

Cedrick strode into the hall, and he could see from afar a group of servants circling a big tree.

He spotted Albert among the people, looking anxious and was stretching his neck to peek at the small shadow in the branches.

A wooden ladder was tied to the tree trunk, on which Miles—who had taken Ollie's identity—stood straight.

Paper clovers stringed along a colorful ribbon fluttered next to his tiny body in the winds.

Miles' tiny hands were holding onto one end of the ribbon as he struggled to tie it to the other end onto one