Chapter 642

The scene they had just witnessed was so blush-inducing it made their hearts race. After only a fleeting glance, both of them quickly pulled their heads back, as if scalded. Fred cleared his throat awkwardly. "No problem, no problem at all. But, Old Master Garcia, did you hear what Young Master Nicholson and his wife just said? They want to move back to that courtyard house." Old Master Garcia's gaze swept across the vast, sprawling estate, taking in the empty halls and the quiet, almost desolate atmosphere. He couldn't help but sigh softly. The place was indeed damp, aged, and crumbling in places—yet he couldn't bring himself to leave. Too many memories lingered here—of his late wife, of his children. More importantly, as long as he remained in his current position, he couldn’t simply retreat to an ordinary courtyard house. Doing so might only invite trouble for Aiden and Willow. Before he had found his grandson, he might have considered stepping down early. But now? Old Master Garcia