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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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPaper 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 of the
branches.
Some branches were further than an arm’s length from him, and he had to stretch his hand. His body
slanted as he did so, however, and everyone was so worried that he would fall.
“Master Cedrick is here!” someone shouted among the crowd. The servants separated into two lines,
opening a path that led to the tree trunk.
Cedrick strode across with a grim face. The air around him felt icy-cold as he walked past the servants
before he eventually arrived under the shade of the tree.
“Get down, now,” he ordered. “I will, after I’m done hanging this up here!” Miles turned his head away.
He was watched closely every day and did not have a chance to even sneak out to see his mother.
Today was the day he had this chance, but he did not have the guts to admit his true identity!
Thankfully, his mother left him a bunch of paper clovers, and he wanted to hang all of them.
“Why are you hanging the paper clovers on the tree?”
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“They’re useful. Aunt Catelyn folded these, and I want to hang them on the tree to represent the wishes I
made. I hope all my wishes come true in the coming years.”
The boy, stubborn and adamant, continued to hang his paper clovers
There was one branch he could not reach, no matter how hard he tried. He decided to just get off the
wooden ladder and, in a monkey-like manner, climbed his way up the trunk to the branch.
He held onto the branch with one hand and stood on his toes, whereas his other hand wounded the end
of the ribbon around the branch. The string of paper clovers fluttered as the wind gushed. Miles’ eyes lit
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwhen he saw this, and he internally praised his mother for how beautifully she had made these paper
clovers. Albert was so concerned that his heart nearly leaped out of his throat. “Young Master Ollie,
please be careful!” “Yes, I know! Don’t freak me out!”
Miles looked up, satisfied. He was finally done! He dusted his palms and was about to climb back down
to the wooden ladder. Suddenly, a zoomed-in version of Cedrick’s face appeared before him. The man’s
face was somber and stern, which caught Miles off-guard as he lost his balance entirely. He tripped. This
was it, he thought. He was going to die. Well, he thought he was, but he saw a shadow flickering before
him. Almost at the very same moment, he felt his waist supported by a strong pair of arms, and his entire
body landed on a firm, muscular chest. Cedrick caught Miles steadily.
Miles was then placed on the ground, his little heart still pounding in his chest. He stared at Cedrick’s tall
figure before him, his lower jaw unhinged. Cedrick was so cool!
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