Chapter 411
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 it’s Mom steaming with rage."
"You little rascal!" As soon as Louisa saw him, she couldn’t resist landing a few blows on him. "Finally decided to come home? Your sister’s been back for months. Don’t 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 brother—not answering messages or calls, spending all day dealing with dead people."
"Mom, that’s my job."
"What job? Hurry up and go upstairs to take a bath. Don’t stink up your sister!" Seeing him head upstairs, Louisa couldn’t help but ask with a touch of curiosity, "Wait, why are your hands empty? Where’s the gift for your sister?"
Clark, halfway up the stairs, answered a bit awkwardly, "Isn’t my coming home the best gift for my sister?"
Louisa couldn’t 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, can’t be eaten, played with, or worn."
"I can be a decoration," Clark replied seriously. "Even if you bring a doll home, it’s just a decoration. And I’m better than a doll—I can move. What’s more, how can a doll be more pleasing to the eye than me?"
Seeing her handsome son’s serious face, Louisa clutched her heart. "You’re going to be the death of me."