Chapter 1388: Chapter 1388: Liar
When the first wife passed away, Old Master Summers was around thirty-eight or thirty-nine, at the peak of his career.
Handsome and wealthy, mature yet witty, he was in his most charming years but found himself alone, stirring countless women’s desires. Everyone wondered who would become the new mistress of the Summers Family.
Ultimately, Janelle Roberts, Clyde Summers’ mother, came out on top.
A young actress just turned twenty, with a naturally beautiful voice, her singing could melt hearts.
Clyde Summers understood Uncle Jones’ meaning: conform to his parents’ wishes for now, and when he grows older and gains competence, even if he marries a mediocre singer or actor, no one would interfere.
But…he couldn’t help but ask himself if, when he grows up, it would be too late.
Can Atra Blanc wait for him?
Others always said youth was an advantage, but for him, it turned into a full disadvantage.
Because he’s too young, he can’t do anything, and even if he does, it’s all wrong, messy, and unrecognized.
…
The next day at school, Clyde Summers was somewhat distracted.
He was thinking about how credible his father’s words were, and what consequences his insistence might ultimately cause.
Honestly, it was hard to imagine.
Because he had been pampered at home since childhood, even if Old Master Summers got angry at him, it was usually just thunder without rain, and he would eventually compromise and satisfy his willful demands.
So he couldn’t picture a scenario where he broke with his father.
The blonde kid also seemed listless; Spotlight hadn’t stocked up recently, and those tapes in the shop, the blonde kid had watched almost all of them, leaving him in a severe mental void.
“Clyde, how about we go to karaoke after school?” the blonde kid suggested.
Clyde Summers was not interested, “Not going.”
“Come on,” the blonde kid sighed, “just to keep Big Head company.”
“What’s wrong with Big Head?”
“What else could it be, a breakup.” The blonde kid gestured towards Big Head’s seat with his chin, “His goddess, Jasmine Blanc got married.”
Clyde Summers frowned, “What’s wrong with him?”
Treating a thirty-eight-year-old woman as a goddess?
“Why can’t he have a bit of a mother complex? Besides… isn’t lovesickness just an illness?” the blonde kid chuckled twice.
Despite the disdain, Clyde Summers went.
Thinking he wasn’t much better himself, chasing after Atra Blanc like an idiot, he shouldn’t criticize others.
Big Head was downcast all day, but after reaching karaoke, he suddenly went wild, clutching the microphone, howling madly, a sentimental love song was sung by him with a rock vibe—
“…In the end, love is still a dream. Don’t say our worlds have too many differences, just say you forgot me and you’re leaving me…”
“Clyde, you singing?” the blonde kid handed over another microphone.
Clyde Summers shook his head and asked the blonde kid, “What’s he singing?”
“Dave Wong’s ‘Forget You, Forget Me’, it’s very popular this year.” The blonde kid joked, digging his ear and laughed, “Out of tune, with that level he still dreams of being a singer.”
“Big Head wants to be a singer?”
“Yeah, he always talks about going out to explore after graduation, and says he wants to start a band.”
Clyde Summers chuckled, “That kid, quite the character.”
After venting with friends at karaoke, it was already quite late. The driver came to take him home, and when he reached home, he saw a silhouette standing under the tree.
At first it was unclear, but getting out of the car, he recognized her—it was Atra Blanc.
Clyde Summers instinctively wanted to cover his school uniform, raised his hand but felt foolish… hiding something obvious.
“It really is you…” Atra Blanc came over slowly, eyes red, “Today someone told me you look a lot like the young master of the Summers family. They said the Summers young master is a genius, fluent in foreign languages, already in second grade at just 15…”
Clyde Summers opened his mouth, unsure of how to explain. He really had deceived her, but he hadn’t intended any harm; it was just that… he felt more at ease interacting this way.
Atra Blanc stood in front of him, tears started to fall.
“Liar.”