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Summer took a deep breath, feeling worried about her father. “Do you think my father has already found out about this…?” “Yes, he has.” Jasper nodded. “I’m afraid that he has already contacted Thomas too.” “I’m worried that…” Summer whispered. “Since you came back safe and sound, Thomas has at least shown some respect to Uncle Plath. So he's not thinking about ruining their friendship completely,” Gilbert whispered as his gaze darkened. “But I'm unnecessary in the equation.”

Thomas was classed as a mistake and thrown away as though he meant nothing to no one. My mate was never happy until he met me. He makes me happy, too, even if he can be violent sometimes. But I know Thomas doesn’t mean to hurt me, and he’s always sorry afterwards. “We are many thousands of years old, Lillian. Tobias and I have seen everything there is to see, and nothing surprises us. But do you know what we didn’t foresee?” I shake my head as she steps even closer. I keep a firm grip on Grace and pray she doesn’t wake just yet. She will need feeding soon, and I have to get away from these people before that happens.

He found the toy corner within seconds and let out a shriek of pure joy. “Trains! Uncle Kill, trains!” “I see them,” Killian said, following James to the corner. “Which one do you like best?” “ALL OF THEM!” Sophia collapsed onto the sofa beside me. “He's been saving up energy for this moment. I'm sorry in advance for whatever chaos is about to happen.” I watched Killian kneel beside James, listening with complete attention as the toddler explained the complex relationships between Thomas, Percy, and Gordon. My husband's face held an expression I'd never seen before—unguarded wonder mixed with fierce protectiveness.

Hayden however stubbornly remains seated. "Come on buddy, don't leave me hanging." Thomas says with a little eye roll. Hayden gets up with a grunt, muttering some curses under his breath. However, he still hugs him. "Friends forever?" Thomas asked, "Friends forever." Hayden replied. --- Dinner was lively, especially since Thomas stayed and had dinner with the household. 'Finally, a place that feels like home.' he thought, staring at Hayden's calm face, as well as River's beaming and happy face.

I could always read her thoughts and know her initial reaction to anything. "I did not imply anything of that sort." "Thomas is a good person, stop belittling him. He works so hard to impress you. He enjoys working with your animals. He puts his all in everything you ask him to. He deserves better you ridiculing him. He speaks so highly of you, he assumes you want to befriend—" This made me chuckle. "Befriend him?" With a sigh, Merrigold responded. "I knew you weren't being nice to him for no reason."

Thomas wore a welcoming smile, though Brandon could see the calculating gleam in his eyes. "Welcome, Brandon, Kinsey," Thomas greeted them, his voice smooth and polite. "It's wonderful to have you both here." Brandon nodded curtly in response, his expression guarded as he observed his uncle's every move. "Thank you, Uncle Thomas," he replied, his tone polite but cautious. Kinsey offered Thomas a warm smile, trying to conceal her unease. "Thank you for having us, Mr. Thomas," she said politely, though she couldn't shake the feeling of being scrutinized.

She sat on the stool across from me. “Mum. I’m going to ask you a question, and I need you to tell me the truth.” I set the mug down. I did not look away from her. “Okay, baby,” I said quietly. “Is Grandma’s friend’s name Lloyd, or is it Thomas?” I closed my eyes for one second. I opened them. “His name is Thomas.” She placed her hands flat on the counter—mirroring mine, I realised, though I didn’t think she was doing it consciously. “Is Thomas the same person who used to come on Saturdays, when we thought his name was Lloyd?”

“You… you know who she is?” Thomas gave a low, rough chuckle and squeezed Elena’s hand a little tighter. “Of course I do, son. She’s a trusted friend.” He locked eyes with her briefly before returning his gaze back to us. “Do you have a problem with that?” George went completely quiet. He clearly couldn't find the words to respond. But Thomas didn't stop. He stepped closer towards him, acting like I wasn't even there, and placed a hand on his shoulder. He leaned in until their faces were just inches apart. “I know life has been tough for you since you walked away from the family. That's exactly why I'm here.”

The arrangement was the trust. Thomas came on the following Monday. He came at nine. He came to the kitchen garden gate in the established way. He had the copy of The Ground Keeps in his inside coat pocket — the same inside pocket as The Inside Account two years before. He had received it on Thursday, three days before the Monday visit, and had read it across those three days. Ernest knew this from the quality Thomas had on Monday morning: the quality of someone who has read something significant and has had three days to sit with it.

But… Thomas laughed loudly and answered, “Master Torres, we should not accept rewards without giving any contribution. If I do nothing, yet I can take back your ancestral ointment, I’m really embarrassed. “Don’t worry, please give me one minute. I’ll end the battle very soon.” One minute? What the heck? He was bragging too much! Countless people could not defeat the expert, and Thomas wanted to beat him in one minute? Was he just bragging? When Jones heard it, his expression looked angry. He stared at Thomas coldly and said, “Since you want to die, I’ll grant you your wish.” Jones held up one finger. “I just need one second to deal with you.” He did not respect Thomas at all! He wanted to ge