Chapter 4
When Clayton opened the door, he was surprised to find a middle-aged man with a gentle, polite expression standing at the threshold.
The man's face carried a faint melancholy that made Clayton unconsciously feel sympathy—and an unexpected sense of closeness.
"Hey, Clayton. Are you doing okay after your father's passing? If not, you can talk to me. I may not have much to offer, but I'll do my best to help. And if you're not comfortable talking to me, you can go to the other uncles. We were all your father's close friends."
Hearing those sincere words, Clayton felt overwhelmed. The man's demeanor stood in stark contrast to all the scheming and coldness he'd encountered since waking up in this world.
After a moment, he remembered who the man was—Henry, his father's old friend and longtime hunting partner.
"Yes, Uncle. I'm doing alright. I'll definitely ask for your help if I run into trouble. Sorry in advance if I end up bothering you," Clayton replied, a bit awkwardly but with genuine respect.
"Good to hear. Don't hesitate to come to us—your father was like a brother to me."
"Thank you, Uncle. I'll remember that. Oh, by the way—have you had dinner yet? Why not eat with me? I just finished cooking, and there's more than enough."
"No need. I just got back from a hunting trip outside the city, and there's still plenty to take care of. The others are busy handling the harvest. I only came to make sure you're okay. And I'm glad you are. We'll share a meal with the others another time."
Only then did Clayton notice the dirt and stains on Henry's clothes and body—proof that he had indeed come straight from work. His heart warmed.
"Alright, Uncle. I won't keep you. Thanks for checking in on me."