Chapter 42

　　Tongue-tied, he remained silent as she rehearsed the past. That was almost a history—it took her the whole day to tell just the summary. And he knows, she has more restored to say.

　　“By the way, we’re talking for hours now and yet, you haven’t mentioned yet who is this friend of yours that sent you here. Because I am telling you, son, I have no friends.”

　　An image of Dean’s letters and the badge flashed in his memory. Reminded him the reasons why he went there in the first place. He is really sincere to tell her about it, but his instinct told him to lie. Thus, he chose the latter choice he has.

　　“Harold is a friend of mine. I met him years ago. He once told me to visit you and meet you personally,” he started.

　　“I see. He is really nice to everyone. That is not new to me anymore. His father taught him that,” she commented, thinking it was their Junior he is referring to.

　　“Not Harold Junior. The senior one,” he clarified.