Chapter 239

Felix Bennett inherited his mom Clara Walton's stubborn streak, no doubt about that. Even Clara couldn't change her own thinking—what made her think she could change her son's? In the end, Clara just sighed quietly. "Then promise me, don’t do anything reckless." "Sure," Felix replied without hesitation. But deep down, he had his own take on what counted as “reckless.” And that line? He was the one drawing it—not Clara. Of course, he was smart enough not to say that out loud. Seeing him agree, Clara finally seemed relieved. She headed into the kitchen to make dinner, while Felix sat outside tapping away on his tablet, who knows doing what. Clara didn’t bother asking. Having a genius kid? Yeah, she’d already given up trying to control him. … After dinner, Felix went back to his room. Clara stayed on the couch, twirling her phone in her hand before dialing Michael Collins’ number. Michael was someone Vincent Bennett had placed around her. He may have ties to the Bennetts, but from the out