Chapter 61 The Secrets of the Locke Family Aren’t Simple
“Mrs. Locke, why don’t you go out and greet them? Don’t wait until dinner. At least do it for Mr. Locke’s sake. After all, you’re family.”
Henrietta tried to persuade Shella earnestly, but Sheila turned a deaf ear and was completely unmoved. In fact, she was even more disgusted.
Just then, Adrian and Farrah approached. They were walking through the courtyard between the two buildings. Henrietta noticed them.
She softly reminded Sheila, “Mrs. Locke, they’re here.”
“Mr. Locke,” Henrietta hurried to the door, bowing respectfully. “Ms. Tate…”
“Hello, Henrietta, Farrah responded politely as she entered, her voice gentle and respectful. She treated the older woman with the utmost regard.
Henrietta nodded before stepping back, deliberately leaving some space for the mother and son.
Adrian’s deep eyes were fixed on his mother’s figure, his emotions complicated as he looked at her back.
Meanwhile, Farah was taken aback by the room’s decor. It was a private chapel, with a vast ceiling covered in golden inscriptions of bible texts. At the center, a statue of a saint exuded a strong sense of tranquility and elegance.
“Mom,” Adrian greeted softly as he stood beside the middle–aged woman. She continued to rotate the prayer beads in her hands with her eyes half–closed, ignoring his presence.
“Madam Sheila,” Farrah chimed in politely, standing quietly next to Adrian
However, Sheila showed no response. She made it clear that she was uninterested in acknowledging. either of them.
After a long moment, Adrian finally broke the silence, I want to take Fay to see Dad,”
Farrah turned to him, shocked. He had a father? Where was he?
Hearing this, Sheila paused in her actions. She slowly turned her gaze toward him, her expression sharp. Do you think that’s appropriate?”
“It’s a matter of respect,” Adrian replied evenly. “She should meet him.”
Sheila’s voice turned stern as she questioned, “Is respect more important than your father’s life?” Adrian fell silent.
Farrah, standing by, felt utterly lost. What did she mean? How could meeting someone put their life at
risk?
Sheila shot a cold glare at Adrian before angrily setting her things aside with a loud thud that made both Adrian and Farrah flinch. She stepped forward, her warning clear, “No one is allowed to see him without my consent.” With that, she walked away.
Adrian watched her retreating figure with a mix of sorrow and frustration in his eyes. Farrah was thoroughly confused by the entire situation. It was becoming increasingly clear that the secrets of the Locke family were far deeper than she had initially thought.
This wasn’t just about Adrian and his mother. His father seemed to be shrouded in just as much mystery. With such a strange family dynamic, it was no wonder Adrian had built emotional walls around himself
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and was always on guard, like a hedgehog bristling with spikes. And what about the old burn scars on his arm? How did they fit into all of this?
Farrah’s curiosity was piqued even more.
Adrian walked ahead, his expression impassive. Farrah quickly caught up to him, gently tugging at his sleeve. “Don’t fight with her,” she whispered. “She’s your mother. We’ll figure this out slowly.”
Figure this out?
Adrian almost scoffed aloud, finding her words naively optimistic. The problems within the Locke family were far beyond solving.
However, a sudden thought crossed his mind–Farrah had a mentor, Could her mentor help? For the first time in years, a faint glimmer of hope sparked within him, though he kept his expression neutral,
He would need to investigate more before acting on it
That evening’s dinner was even more lavish than the last, with more food added to the previous spread. Philip was overjoyed to see his favorite grandson and granddaughter–in–law return for their usual Friday visit. His face was constantly lit up with a smile.
In stark contrast, Sheila’s expression was cold and distant. She didn’t interact with her son or daughter–in- law at all during dinner, not even bothering to glance in their direction.
She acted as if they were complete strangers. The only time her demeanor softened was when Philip addressed her. Then, and only then, did she seem like a living, breathing person with emotions.
Farrah watched this bizarre dynamic closely, growing more puzzled by the minute.
What was the real issue here? Was Adrían really her biological son?
Could she be his stepmother? But then, if that were true, how did the company fall into his hands? Wouldn’t a stepmother typically try to control her stepson rather than allow him such power?
No, that couldn’t be right. Based on Adrian’s subtle reactions, Farrah was almost certain that Sheila was indeed his biological mother.
After dinner, as they prepared to leave, Philip walked them to the door.
Under the night sky, with a soft breeze blowing, Philip held Farrah’s hand and patted it affectionately.
“Farrah, have you two started trying for a baby yet?”
