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Paul was baffled.

He wanted to tell the truth but couldn't explain it clearly! Because he himself did not know why the little girl suddenly cried.

Seeing the atmosphere getting more and more deadlocked, Indra had no choice but to come out to save his master. "

Young master, Young master Jean, you have truly misunderstood master. He didn't do anything to Miss Merry, master only said a few words, and in the end…"

Chris' eyes were filled with ferocity. Seeing Indra's expression, he asked coldly, "He only said a few words and managed to make her cry like this? Uncle Indra, didn't you go up the mountain with father to purify your heart? Why does it seem like your hearts are dull and your tongues are still sharp?"

Making Merry cry like this…. Chris couldn't imagine what they had said to this little girl.

"Chris, watch your mouth!" At this time, Paul was not happy. "If you don't believe it, you can ask her, what was the important thing I said earlier?"

Chris looked down and looked at Merry who was crying sadly. How could these tears be pretending?! His father was just making excuses!

After all, his father must be very vile!

Chris looked at Paul with cold eyes without saying a word. After a while, he bent down and hugged Merry, turned and left.

Before leaving the backyard, he stood still, turned his head slightly, and said coldly, "Father, what happened between us, never involve her again. Otherwise… I will cut ties with this family!" 

As his words fell, he didn't even see Paul's embarrassed expression, and walked away with his cold back.

Paul stared ahead with a frown with mixed feelings in his heart.

He did not expect that Chris would love the girl so much.

Even threatened to cut ties with his family!

Paul closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his voice becoming much lower. "Jean, I must have made you laugh!"

"Uncle, you're too much!" Jean saw Paul's helpless and tired face, and whispered in a deep voice. "You should know that Merry is the daughter of the Hiroshi family. No matter what wrong she has done, I beg you to forgive her for the sake of the Hiroshi family and the Widjaya family. We will teach her well in the future!"

Paul shook his head and smiled, he then said in a somewhat self-deprecating tone. "Okay, you don't need to stress it anymore. She's a little girl after all, what can I do with her? You better wait for her to calm down, and you can ask her what really happened earlier."

"Hahaha, apparently, a girl can cry with just a few words, this is the first time I've seen her. If you want to go home, go home. Needless to say, I won't bother her anymore!"

Hearing this, the man pursed his lips and lowered his head. "Thank you uncle."

Paul waved his hand, reluctant to say more.

After Jean and Clifford left, Paul leaned on the armrest of his wheelchair with one hand, frowned and sighed.

Indra then asked, "Master, did we really do something wrong?"

Maybe the little girl was really frightened by them. 

When he thought of such a naively innocent girl crying profusely, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Paul heard his doubtful tone and didn't answer. He then shook his wheelchair and planned to go back inside.

Right or wrong, does it matter?

His own son wanted to part with his family for the sake of the little girl!

In the year his mother committed suicide, Chris had never even said anything like this to him!

Tonight gave Paul a strange picture. If Merry wanted Chris' life, his son would give him a knife without saying anything!

'Chris, you're thirty-three years old, and you're a freaking simp for God's sake!'

'You really are ridiculous!'

….

Outside the Hartanto's house, when Jean walked out with Clifford, he saw Chris and Merry sitting in the back seat of the car and wiping the girl's face with a tissue.

The car's headlights turned on, and under the warm yellow lights, Merry leaned in Chris' arms like a doll.

Perhaps because of crying for too long, the little girl's face turned bright red.

Her little head rested on Chris' shoulder, her eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of her mouth were still curled up.

This scene caused Jean to sigh helplessly.

He turned slightly and looked at the expressionless Clifford behind him. "Aren't you going to greet them?"

Clifford shook his head. "No, master."

Now was not the time for him!

It seemed only young master Chris could calm Merry's heart.

Upon seeing this, the man did not hesitate, and Clifford got into his Lincoln and led the way.

On the way, Jean took a document from the back seat, flipped through the pages, and said in a low voice, "You don't have to blame yourself for what happened today. Chris is right, the responsibility is not yours. Even if it was me, I might not be able to stop this event from happening."

Hearing that voice, Clifford's hand that was holding the steering wheel suddenly stiffened.

He understood that his young master was comforting him.

Clifford, who grew up in the Widjaya family, knows one thing very clearly.

Today, if there were young masters from several major families present, Merry wouldn't have beentaken away!

He couldn't change the outcome of this incident, so naturally he couldn't easily accept this young master's consolation.

It was his negligence that caused Merry to suffer all this.

Clifford pursed his lips, his throat continued to slide, and his overly reserved temper made him unaccustomed to speaking candidly.

Simply put, Clifford glanced in the rearview mirror and said, "I know. Thank you, young master."

The man raised his eyes, saw his tight cheeks, and said, "I supported you to express your own feelings at that time, and I still support it to this day."

"However, members of the Widjaya family must not tremble and hide behind other people while feeling sorry for themselves. We are not that low. If you really like her, it's better to tell her frankly. That worry and fear will continue to haunt you if you are not honest with your feelings."

These words made Clifford's heart skip a beat.

Did his Young Master want him to confess his love for Merry?

At this moment, the man seemed to see his doubts, his eyes returned to the file in his hand, and he added, "I'm only giving you advice. As to what what happens next, it's up to you to decide for yourself. Should you let go or carry on? It's time to make a decision!"

Hearing this, Clifford licked his lips, and when the car stopped at the traffic light, his eyes were a little confused. "Young master, if she refuses me, should I let her go?"

"I think that's where the story ends."

Clifford gaze trembled, and he looked down, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Surely, what can he do if his love was rejected?!

It's clear that it was young master Chris whom Merry loved!

So, even if he confessed his love ... it did not seem necessary!

Rather than risking their relationship ruined, it's better to stay the same.

How many former friends have drifted away because of a sudden confession?

He doesn't want to leave such a mark on his story.

When the light turns green, Clifford is driving again. Their car was getting further away  from the Hartanto family's house. Then he suddenly broke the silence inside the car. 

"Young master, introduce me to a girl."

Jean slowly raised his eyes. "So you've made up your mind?"

Clifford drove the car and looked ahead. Then he replied in a calm, emotionless voice. "I want to try… with others.. I think filling my life with someone else can make me forget about her."