Corinne rested quietly in Jeremy’s arms. She fell asleep as soon as he carried her into the car that she did not even
have the chance to ask him what was going on.
…
At the police station.
Jeremy was waiting outside the interrogation room for the result.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAt that moment, Pamela and Greg had arrived at the police station too.
Francine ran and immediately threw herself at Jeremy when she saw him well and alive. “Jeremy, I’m so glad you’re
okay! We thought you were…” She did not finish her sentence as she started crying happy tears.
Jeremy patted her head softly. “Hush now. There’s no need to cry. I’m here, aren’t I?”
Francine looked up at Jeremy and sniffled a few times. “Jeremy, how is this possible? Why in an explosion? Do you
know how sad we were when we heard that?”
It was a long story, and Jeremy also thought the police station was not the right place to explain what happened to
them.
“You punk! You’re not going to be happy until you’ve frightened me to death, are you? Why didn’t you tell us you
were okay? Are you trying to see just how much shock me and your grandfather can take?” scolded Pamela as she
walked over with the help of a maid. Despite her tone, she was crying as well.
“You b*stard! How can you keep something like this from me?” shouted Greg as he was wheeled in on his
wheelchair by a servant. Though he was not crying, his reddened eyes revealed just how worried he was.
Jeremy gently pushed Francine away. He walked to his grandparents, bowed solemnly, and said, “Sorry, Grandpa
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmand Grandma, for making you two worried.”
Pamela pulled him up by the elbow. Only when she felt the warmth of his skin did it sink in that Jeremy was safe and
sound in front of her. “I’m just glad you’re okay. Don’t you ever do something like that again. We’re old and can’t
take this kind of shock anymore.”
Greg, with a hardened expression, scoffed and said, “Hmph! If there’s a next time, I’m just going to disown him.”
Pamela gave him a side-eye. “Says the person who wouldn’t stop crying at home when he received news of his
grandson’s death.”
Greg frowned. “Who said I wouldn’t stop crying?”
Pamela glared at him. “Me!”