dkrc Chapter 1263 - 1262: The Eternal Bachelor Major General Xie Found a Woman Who Looks Exactly Like His Ex-Wife
Chapter 1263 - 1262: The Eternal Bachelor Major General Xie Found a Woman Who Looks Exactly Like His Ex-Wife
Richard Shaw was caught off guard by the question. He did want to fire off a red deep-water bomb and throw another wedding after all these years since he and Leah only got the marriage certificate without a ceremony or a honeymoon. The foolishness of the past now flowed as tears.
"We’ll let you know when the date is set," the man mumbled, trying to brush off the topic.
After hanging up the phone, Richard Shaw looked back to see two beautiful faces, one big and one small, staring intently at him from the backseat, which left him somewhat at a loss. He coughed lightly and asked in a low voice, "What’s up?"
"Old Richard, you’ve changed," Casimir Shaw unexpectedly declared.
The man’s ears perked up, waiting for this little buddy to dig his own pit and bury himself in it.
"Why don’t you ask me how you’ve changed?" Casimir pouted, sounding a bit displeased, "I’ve been waiting for so long that I’m starting to get tired."
"Hmm, how have I changed?" the man asked good-naturedly.
Casimir’s eyes lit up, and he chirped, "You never used to take me shopping, to bookstores, come to school, smile, or visit Shaw Mansion. But now you’ve changed a lot, right, Mommy?"
Leah nodded and snorted, "Obviously, he wasn’t a qualified dad before. Now he’s working hard to make up for that. Otherwise, when you grow up and he gets old, he’ll turn into a little old man with no one to care for and love him."
Casimir was tickled by that notion, giggling and nodding earnestly, "But I’ll still love Old Richard because he only had me before, no Mommy, so being bad was quite normal."
Sometimes the innocence of a child gets closer to the truth.
Richard Shaw’s lips curved upwards. He glanced at Leah. If he weren’t driving, he would have embraced Casimir fiercely. Truly his son, and he was getting extra pocket money this month.
Leah remained silent, just gently patting the boy’s head. The adult world was too complicated for him to understand just yet.
As Richard Shaw drove the car back to Shaw Mansion, Leah finally realized where they were.
The man had already gotten out and opened the door. Casimir hopped out with his backpack, eyes wide and black, "Mommy, hurry up, I’m eager to show Great-Grandma the new books and toys I got."
That afternoon, shopping got Casimir more than he’d bought in past months combined, and the young lad’s eyes sparkled with joy.
Leah hesitated a moment, noticing the man standing by the car door, his deep tea-colored eyes stating gently, "Since we’re here, let’s visit the old lady. She’s been wanting to see you."
Leah got out of the car, not having the heart to just leave. She didn’t want to disappoint Casimir and genuinely wanted to see Grandma Shaw. If she’d met Richard Shaw, meeting the old lady seemed acceptable.
The Shaw family matriarch was sitting in the corridor of the living room, murmuring to Mrs. Zhao, "Why hasn’t Hazel brought the child back yet? He spent the night at a hotel again, with his phone off, not even a word back."
"The Major General’s the most steady person. Don’t worry, Old Lady. Maybe the young master wanted to play, and the Major General took him," Mrs. Zhao comforted her with a smile.
"Hazel, that closed-off gourd, if he knows to play with his son, I’d be thankful to the heavens and light incense for the ancestors."
The matriarch spoke while looking into the courtyard. Casimir came bouncing and dragging Leah, melodiously and cheerfully calling out before they even reached, "Great-Grandma, I’m back, Mommy’s back, Old Richard’s back too."
Delighted, the old lady couldn’t close her smiling mouth. She quickly stood up, laughing, "Good to have you back. Mrs. Zhao, quickly, prepare for dinner."
Her sight wasn’t very good anymore and with day quickly turning to night, she heard the bright voice of the young lad crossing the yard before seeing him.
As Leah got closer, she realized the matriarch had been waiting by the door. The weather outside was growing cold, yet the elder still loved lighting the fireplace early, now donning simple cotton clothes, with a basket at the door filled with frequently used reading glasses and a half-knit thick wool sock.
Leah welled up with tears, reaching to hold the matriarch’s hand, softly saying, "Grandma, it’s cold, why wait at the door with such a draft?"
"No worries, Grandma’s still healthy. Leah, why didn’t you tell me you were coming, so I could have the kitchen prepare your favorite dishes? This time you come to the Imperial City, you must stay awhile, no running back to Nanyang," she held Leah’s hand, a mixture of affection and blame. Having raised her from a young age, her heart was conflicted. Leah’s life had been sorrowful, her happiest times likely during school. Marrying into the Shaw family, she’d been entangled in their affairs, missing for years.
Thankfully, now Hazel had realized his mistakes. If the couple could be happy and harmonious, she’d be content to tell her late husband, son, and the Cox family that Leah was living well.
Supporting the matriarch inside, Leah knew she wasn’t aware that Leah had remembered her past. Crystal Landon was dead and would never return; it might be best not to reveal the truth.
After dinner, Leah originally intended to return to the hotel. However, seeing the eager eyes of the three Shaw family generations on her, she was reluctantly persuaded to stay.
She slept in her old room, while Richard Shaw took the guest room.
The man had hoped to sleep in the master bedroom, but Casimir clung to Leah, and even the matriarch, despite the late hour, chose to stay up and chat with Leah by the fireplace. From family trifles to matching colors and patterns for knitted socks, she eagerly shared a year’s worth of happenings.
Casimir, meanwhile, reveled in his new purchases, regularly showcasing books, clothes, and toys to his great-grandmother, asking if he could wear his new vest the next day. All were joyfully busy, except for him, left ignored in a corner.
The man observed how Leah’s presence made the house livelier than New Year, eyes tender and willing to be the foil, listening as she animatedly shared her sea tales and life in an American village with the matriarch and Casimir.
They conversed deep into the night until the old lady was too tired, dismissing everyone.
Leah was also exhausted, retreating to rest. Each morning, she awoke to find numerous relatives in the Shaw house, their eyes alighting as she descended, ranging from reticent aunts to bright-eyed youth, all plainly thrilled.
Leah was utterly baffled, unaware that overnight, thanks to Serena Winton’s efforts, gossip had spread across the Imperial City, claiming the perpetually single Major General Shaw had found a woman who looked exactly like his ex-wife.
Now, everyone in the Imperial City wanted to see the woman embroiled in the scandal with Major General Shaw.