Chapter 130: Meet in Person? For What Exactly?
Jacklin and Dean stepped through the grand entrance of the Du Pont mansion, their footsteps echoing against the polished marble floor. The hallway lights were dimmed, casting soft shadows across the vast empty house. They both spotted their uncle seated on the living room couch, a rare sight for him. Most of the time, their uncle preferred to stay at the study. Was he waiting for them?
Clyde’s back was straight, tablet in hand, eyes glued to the screen with a focused frown. His fingers moved quickly, scrolling and tapping with a practice ease.
Well, maybe they were overthinking it. Clyde didn’t look like someone waiting for them.
Clyde barely looked up when they came in. "How was the dinner?" he asked, voice low and indifferent.
Dean took off his coat and popped into a chair. "Not bad. It seemed Emile’s roommates were okay."
Clyde raised an eyebrow. "Even that silver-haired one?"
Dean stiffened. "No, I didn’t mean him! He wasn’t even there..." his voice trailed off mid-sentence as Clyde turned his head away, his attention already shifting back to the tablet like the conversation never happened.
Dean sat frozen, baffled, and a little frustrated. What just happened? He didn’t bring Micah up, Clyde did! So why was he treating him like he was air?
He turned slowly toward Jacklin, his eyes wide in disbelief.
Jacklin gave him a look and inhaled slowly. She stepped closer to Clyde, folding her hands behind her back. "Little Uncle, Dean and I are going to leave tomorrow morning. I was thinking... Asena might want to return the container. Would be alright if I told her to give it back to you directly?"
The tapping stopped. "Alright," Clyde replied without hesitation.