The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!? - Chapter 284

Declan looked down the street to see the area of ​​the road he was passing. He patiently waited for his phone signal to appear so he could contact Roxy or his right-hand man.

The longer the wheels he was riding entered the mountainous area, the more uneasy he felt as if he had entered enemy territory alone.

Was it wrong to make a decision to meet his father?

“I thought we’re going to Mr. Gonzales’s place.” Declan didn’t know that his father had changed their meeting location.

“Yes, we are going there, sir. My master inquired you to his house to have dinner together. And he would love you to stay overnight.”

One of Declan’s eyebrows shot up hearing this.

His secretary had booked a hotel suite in the town because he wasn’t planning on staying at his father’s house. But since it was his father who wanted him to stay the night, Declan had no reason to refuse.

Not long after, they arrived at a magnificent villa with many shady trees around it. The sun was almost setting, and the weather around them was getting colder. And not to forget, they had entered winter, so every breath Declan breathed out was cold steam.

Declan put his hands in his jacket pockets as soon as he got out of the car. He had looked back at his phone, and there was still no signal he could receive.

Inevitably Declan had to wait until tomorrow when he came down the mountain and got the signal back.

“Please, sir. Master has been waiting for you.”

Declan followed the driver into the villa, and another older man warmly greeted Declan. This man seemed to live here as a head attendant.

“Good evening, young master Declan. It’s my pleasure to serve you.”

Young master Declan?

Declan remembered neither the driver who picked him up nor the butler called his last name. This driver only wrote his name on a nameplate so Declan would recognize him, but never once did the driver state his last name.

And now the maids of this place call him young master?

“I’m not your master. I’m here for business with Mr. Gonzalez.”

“Indeed. Please come in.”

Declan sighed in resignation and followed the old butler. He was relieved that he no longer had to be cold and could take off his black coat.

Somehow he felt he would not like his meeting with his father.

It wasn’t that he didn’t feel enthusiastic about meeting his birth father. At that time, his mother took him away forcibly without letting him say goodbye to his father first.

Declan remembered that his father pampered him and always looked after him whenever the older man came home from work. His father even took time amid his busy life just to accompany him to study, play and even take him to school before leaving for the office.

Declan whole-heartedly admired his father, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to their reunion at all.

That’s why he immediately changed his mind when his adoptive father showed him a photo of Dario Gonzales. Declan couldn’t remember his father’s name, nor did he remember what his father looked like. But when he saw the image of Dario Gonzales, Declan instantly knew… the man was his birth father.

But… somehow, ever since he entered this mountainous area, Declan felt restless.

Did something happen to Roxy? Or… will his reunion with his father after more than twenty years of no see be disastrous?

Declan didn’t know the answer and could only wait for his father to appear in silence.

The butler led him into a room he thought was Dario Gonzales’ study room.

“Please, think of it as your home, young master.” that’s what the butler said before going out, leaving Declan alone in this room.

Think as it was his home? Was it because the man knew that he was Dario Gonzales’s son?

Declan walked over, and like a child curious about something, Declan looked around the room.

Without realizing it, a small smile graced his face.

“That old man hasn’t changed at all. He still loves to read.” Declan remembered his father’s study and bedroom filled with business and quarry books.

His father’s books even filled almost the entire room in his house, making his mother nag. Unlike his father, who loved to read, his mother hated reading books.

Declan scanned the cabinet filled with his father’s books with one hand while reminiscing about a past he hadn’t thought about in a long time.

When the Black family adopted him, Declan has decided to forget his memories with his family. But apparently, he didn’t manage to forget it because now the memories came to the surface as if he had never thrown them away.

Come to think of it, why did his mother decide to leave his father?

For as long as he could remember, his parents loved each other and rarely quarreled, although they often bickered.

Declan was curious, but he could never find the answer. But one thing he knows, this is all his mother’s fault. Nevertheless, he neither hated his mother nor blamed her anymore.

Declan walked over to the rows of books until he saw a small frame. There he saw a pair of young men and women while behind them was a beautiful flower garden.

The young man’s face was very similar to him, although there were some differences. Was that young man his father when he was young?

Then what about the girl next to him?

He saw his young father embracing the girl, and his gaze was fixed on the girl with a look of adoration. On the other hand, the girl smiled widely, and her gaze was fixed on the camera.

Is this his mother?

No. That girl was not her mother. Although he didn’t quite remember his mother’s face, he felt absolutely sure that she wasn’t his mother.

Then who is that girl? Why did he feel familiar with the woman?

“Oh, you found something I wanted to hide.”

Declan turned around when he heard that deep voice filled with authority and saw… his father.

His birth father.