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Chapter 1828
Before Abbot saw Larkin again, there was this obsession in his heart that he just couldn’t shake off.
However, when he actually saw the boy he’d raised up with his own two hands, all the stubbornness and rage in his
heart eventually turned into a single sentence, a wish finally fulfilled.
“Teacher.”
Larkin hung his head, his shoulders slightly trembling, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Abbot didn’t have much strength left.
He took a couple of breaths, then said, “Since the last time you were here, I’ve been dreaming a lot, dreaming of
you as a child. That chubby little face of yours, you were so shy, seemed like anyone could bully you.”
Larkin didn’t say anything, he just wept quietly.
“I was afraid you’d get bullied, so I took you everywhere with me. Even when I was preaching, I’d have you by my
side. You wouldn’t understand, so you’d doze off next to me. Once, you fell off the cushion by accident, even cut
your forehead.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs he spoke, Abbot raised his hand.
Larkin quickly brushed his hair away from his forehead.
The fall had been a bad one, even now there was a faint scar on his forehead.
Abbot couldn’t see it clearly.
He reached out and touched it, felt the uneven surface, “You didn’t cry when you fell and hurt yourself so badly,
why are you crying now?”
1 should have come earlier.” Larkin looked at Abbot and replied through tears.
Abbot chuckled, “You’ve always been one to follow the rules. According to those rules, even if I died, you shouldn’t
have come to see me. After all, I did warn you, once you leave, don’t come back to this monastery.”
He paused, shook his head, “The one who doesn’t follow the rules is that lady, isn’t it? Did she send you?”
Larkin gave an honest nod.
With a soft sigh, Abbot started to feel sleepy again.
“Teacher, have something to eat before you sleep?” Larkin whispered.
Abbot didn’t reply.
Finally, the Prior came in with some pumpkin soup.
Larkin took it from him.
He sat down next to Abbot, feeding him patiently and carefully.
It was getting difficult for him to eat now.
But he swallowed with all his might.
The last time someone fed him, he was about seven or eight years old.
He was around the same age as Mary then.
He had fallen sick that time, ran a high fever.
Larkin sat by his side, spooning soup into his mouth.
After managing to eat about half, Abbot couldn’t take any more.
Larkin helped him lie down, and soon after, Abbot fell into a deep sleep.
The Prior stood by, unable to hold back his tears.
Larkin took a warm towel and gently wiped Abbot’s cheeks and beard.
Then he watched him for a while.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Do you remember when you first came here?” the Prior suddenly asked, “You asked Abbot why he was so old”
Larkin pressed his lips together.
When he first came here, his teacher was almost sixty
Before he came, he had just experienced the death of his beloved grandfather
So he was really worried about his teacher being so old.
“Now, Abbot is even older than before” the Prior’s voice choked with emotion, “Larkin, why couldn’t you come back
to see him all these years?”
Larkin was silent for a while and only answered, “I’m sorry”
The Prior wiped the tears from his eyes.
Larkin adjusted the blanket for his teacher one more time, then stood up and said to the Prior, “I’ll keep trying to
find a cure for my teacher’s illness, i might need your help.”
“No problem, the medical skills of the Carter family are renowned worldwide, can you cure him?” the archbishop’s
voice was filled with tension and anticipation.
Larkin shook his head.
The faith in the Prior’s eyes crumbled once again.
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