Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again

Justin didn't go back after writing the letter, it all went to the beach.

He sat there for a while before speaking in a light voice: "Come out, you've been following me all the way."

Clarence's figure, slowly appeared in his line of sight.

Justin looked at him, "You don't look like one of us here, you and that girl from yesterday, you're with her, right?"

Clarence repeated word for word, "We here"?"

Justin didn't say anything.

Clarence said, "It seems that you really, really think of this place as your home."

Justin withdrew his eyes and looked away, "I've lived here since I woke up and I've never thought of it as my home, I know that I don't belong here. And your arrival confirms what I thought."

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

At his words, Justin was slightly stunned, and after a moment, he turned his head again and said, "In this world, there are only two kinds of people who will look for someone who is alive or dead, one is an enemy and the other is a relative. Which kind are you?" Clarence's tone was calm: "Which one do you want me to be."

Justin's lips pursed up: "You give me a very familiar feeling, it seems like I used to live with you for a long time, you should be my family. But...... but not exactly."

"Why."

"You're the same as that girl yesterday, you both look at me strangely, I'm not sure if that's hate or not, but...... even though she said that I was overthinking it and we just know each other, you don't give me that feeling today."

Clarence lost his smile, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He thought of a million outcomes, but never thought that Justin was living in this way, in this place.

Forget about the past.

A young master who was once well-clothed and well-fed, now has scars all over his hands and lives off of helping people write letters and draw pictures.

Justin continued, "I don't know why you're looking for me, but if you really are my family, I'd like to ask you one last favor."

"What?"

"After I die, help me take care of Grace," Justin is a little depressed, "since her grandfather died, I have been teaching her the ability to survive independently, but she is a girl, no one to rely on, fate is already very unfair to her, I do not know what will happen to her in the future.

"

Clarence frowned: "It's too early to give an account of the aftermath."

Justin laughed silently: "It's not early, I was already at the ghost gate when I was rescued by Grandpa Grace, although I barely woke up at the end, but my body's organs are rapidly failing, I may not last long." Clarence's jaw tensed slightly: "I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup."

Justin gently shook his head: "No need to waste your time, I know my own body well."

As he spoke, he added, "The only thing I can't let go of is Grace, so if I can, I want to trouble you to take care of her for me. On the contrary, if you are here to seek revenge on me, then just forget I said anything."

It was only after a long time that Clarence said, "I will have food sent here regularly, and you can tell them anything you need."

With that, he took out a business card and handed it to Justin: "You can also call me if you need anything."

Justin took the card and mumbled, "Clarence."

Clarence said, "I will come to see you off one last time, and to get her out of here and to the best possible treatment."

Justin looked up at him with a smile on his face, "Thank you."

Clarence closed his eyes slightly and did not speak.

Justin said, "It's getting late, I should get back or Grace will be anxious."

He turned his wheelchair and moved forward to leave.

Suddenly a voice came from behind: "Big brother."

A trace of surprise flashed across Justin's face, and he looked back at the person standing there with an answer in his heart.

......

Stella sits in front of Grandma Swift's yard, eating a baked sweet potato Grace gave her and looking aimlessly ahead.

I don't know how long it took, but Clarence finally came back.

Stella got up slowly.

Clarence said, "Go home."

Stella didn't say anything, just shared half of the sweet potato in her hand with him, "Here, breakfast."

The corner of Clarence's lips raised and raised his hand to wipe the corner of her lips, "It's better for you to eat slowly by yourself." Stella: "......"

She subconsciously took out her phone and looked at it, but there was no trace of it, this liar!

Before leaving, Stella took one last look back at the room not far away.

Justin and Grace had already started preparing lunch, and the two shared it. Although occasionally Grace would forget what to do and get frazzled, Justin was patient from start to finish, telling her not to rush and what to do next. The small house is full of fireworks.

This kind of calm and peaceful day is probably what Justin has been longing for.