Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"No dice."

Gilbert shook his head, "Still looking into it..."

Suddenly, his expression froze, his body tensed up. He blurted out, "It's Naylor!"

"What?" Francis blinked in surprise.

Hearing his brother say this, doubt clouded his mind, "Him? Why? What on earth is he up to?"

"No idea!"

Dark clouds seemed to swirl on Gilbert's handsome face as he smirked bitterly, "The man's a lunatic! Can normal people even fathom his thoughts? But this situation, saying it's got nothing to do with him? Impossible!"

Sherilyn and Caroline were both kidnapped, and the location Naylor gave them was all mixed up!

Following that, a massive fire broke out in the Easthaven Dock at the Harrison family's warehouse!

"It's Naylor! It has to be him!"

Gilbert's lips pressed together tightly, a glint of hatred in his eyes. "I'm going to confront him now, settle this once and for all!"

With a flick of his arm, he turned and stormed off.

"Gilbert!"

Francis couldn't stop his brother, his brow furrowed deeply, sighing inwardly: Could Gilbert really never break free from the Harrison family's grasp?

...

Blue Haven, Harrison Mansion.

Gilbert never imagined, after more than a decade, that he'd return here! To him, this place was akin to a personal hell!

Inside.

A kettle was whistling on the stove next to the tea table.

Naylor was in front of a pot of 'Evergreen Bliss,' meticulously wiping its leaves with a damp cloth.

"Mr. Harrison."

Nolan approached, carrying a document envelope, nodding at Naylor.

"Got the results?" Naylor nodded, extending his hand, "Give it here."

Nolan handed him the sealed envelope, "Just arrived."

Naylor took it, and Nolan immediately offered a letter opener.

Staying up late, all for the sake of this report...

Naylor opened the envelope carefully, unhurriedly.

bet

The report spanned a couple of pages. Naylor didn't bother with the initial sections, flipping directly to the last page to check the conclusions.

[Sample A and Sample B, DNA match rate of 99.99%, verdict: Confirmed biological father-son relationship.] Clear-cut, in black and white.

Naylor's eyes flickered, a barely noticeable smile crossing his lips as he closed his eyes briefly. "Well, well." His voice lifted in evident joy.

Nolan caught the mood, leaning in to see, and his face lit up, "Mr. Harrison, congratulations! Mr. Nine, he's truly Mr. Nine now! You finally have a worthy successor!"

A look of pleasure crossed Naylor's face as he raised an eyebrow.

Indeed.

Throughout his life, having fathered six sons and three daughters, his children had started to provide him with grandchildren.

Yet, despite the multitude of descendants, not one had shown true promise!

The only promising one was his youngest son, Nine, who had left home early and had been living away.

"Mr. Harrison." Nolan said, a touch of excitement in his voice, "When shall we bring Mr. Nine back?"

"Sir."

Just as Naylor was about to give an order, the butler arrived.

"Sir, Mr. Nine is here. Shall I open the door?"

Hmm?

Naylor and Nolan exchanged a glance, then smiled, "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

He instructed the butler, "Let Mr. Nine in!"

Perfect timing! Of course, he should come in!

Nolan chuckled, "You and Mr. Nine, must be telepathically connected as father and son."

"Ha ha..." Naylor laughed heartily at the thought.

Before long.

"Naylor!"

Before the man appeared, his voice echoed through the mansion, Gilbert stepped inside, his handsome, cold

face twisted in towering anger.