
"You will soon meet with your grandparents" the man murmured as he continued to step inside the house.
"Jemmy?" Tasya made his attention switch. He looked towards the voice and found the woman standing there.
"Mrs." Jemmy smiled at him. The man whispered in George's ear.
"This is your grandmother" she said. But there was no response from George because the boy did not understand the sentence at all.
"Where are you from? And whose child is this?" Tasya. Standing in front of Jemmy who was still holding George.
"Oh, this? Isn't he funny, madam?" Instead of answering, Jemmy switched the conversation. Asking Tasya for an opinion on George.
Tasya looked at George. He was silent while watching him for quite a while.
Before long, the woman smiled as she moved her hand to touch George.
"He's very funny, and adorable. Where'd you find this kid?"
"Itu—"
"Jemmy!"
Jemmy's speech was cut short when Gerson got there. The man walked over to him and Tasya, now busy, touched George's cheek.
"Darling, look at this! Jemmy found a very adorable child" he said, turning to Gerson who had just arrived.
"What'sthis? I asked you to do the job I gave you, but why did you even come to bring an obscure child like this?"
"That's actually this. I've.." Jemmy made a gurgle.
"Are you unable to complete your task properly?!"
"I've found him, sir!" he said in the end.
"What?"
"I've found the young master."
"really?" Tasya snatched as soon as she heard his words just now. "Where? Where is she now?"
"Young master now, in…"
"We're here!" gerald replied which made an instant attention directed towards him.
Gerald stood behind Jemmy with Donna beside him. The man clasped his wife's hand tightly.
"Gerald!" Tasya ran quickly to his son and hugged his only child. Her tears broke and from every sentence, Donna and Gerald could conclude that Tasya really missed her.
"Mama's glad you're finally back" she said, breaking her arms.
"What's he here for?" Gerson approached them. He glanced at Donna—, a woman who had been in contact with her son from the beginning but never gave her blessing.
Donna looked down at her father-in-law's words.
"Of course Donna should be here. Because from now on wherever I am, he will always be by my side." Gerald held his wife's hand.
Gerson and Tasya frowned—bing with the words of his son. But all of his words were clear once he saw the ring coiling on their ring finger.
"We're married" he said.
"What?!" Gerson and Tasya could not hide his surprise.
"And not only that. We already have a son." Gerald turned to look at George who was now in Jemmy's arms.
The expressions of Gerson and Tasya became increasingly apparent that they were in a deep shock at what they were hearing.
...*...
2002
Gerson. A series of memories suddenly sprung to the surface, making him re-nostalgic for an unexpected event that occurred six years ago. It was the incident that made the situation change as it is now.
As I thought, I didn't really like George much because he was a bad boy. But because she was the child born when I was still opposed to Gerald's relationship with Donna. Besides, every time I see it, I always think of what happened six years ago.
...*...
"I've found the answer to why Grandpa hates George. Although I'm not sure if the reason you gave me was the real reason."
"For now I will set that aside and let the truth go as it should."
"One day, maybe the truth will be revealed. Clearly, now I have to focus on my parents first."
Isaac fell silent. He is currently in his room. After waiting long enough in Gerson's room, a bored Isaac decided to go to his room to devise another plan.
Isaac switched focus on the calendar that was on the wall. He approached the object while looking at it.
"From the current date and month, there is only about a month left to that moment."
"The moment when in the end, papa and mama went bankrupt that required us to move to Isotown City and have a hard time living there."
"I don't want it to happen again, and for that, then I have to help papa and mama not to go bankrupt. I have to make sure they stay in the capital, and keep the business."
"But before I help them. I need to know what's the main cause of papa's bankruptcy."
"Because I was so little, I didn't know and didn't really want to know what happened to my mom and dad. Even when I was growing up, I also never thought to find out the reason why papa used to be bankrupt."
"But now, I'm going to change that. I'll investigate."
"Maybe it's a small body, but inside me, I'm a grown man."
"Now where should I start?" Isaac fell silent. His mind was beginning to be filled with questions.
He must move quickly to save his parents, Lucas and Trixie Hamilton.
"If I want to help both of my parents, then I should be able to have connections with their families and get in between them. But with my condition in Isaac's body, it seems like it will be difficult. Because the Hamilton family has no connection with the Constantine family."
"I have to find a gap."
Isaac fell silent again. His brain kept turning to find ways to connect with his family in his previous life.
"Attent. It seems like I can find a loophole to be able to have a relationship with the Hamilton family."
"With my condition now bearing the name Constantine, it seems like it will be easy to get a connection."
"For now, I have to take advantage of grandfather. Because grandfather seems to be the only bridge that connects me to my old family."
"First of all, I have to make sure I stay by grandfather's side and inseparable. Next, I'll look for another loophole. When grandfather is off guard, I'll use my grandfather's name to easily connect with the Hamilton family."
"Yeah! I'm sure this plan I made will work."
Isaac clenched his hands, assuring himself that the plan he had devised would succeed in getting him connected to the Hamilton family.
"Well, now it's better that I go back to my grandfather and accompany him. I will continue to approach him until grandfather until I can confirm grandfather's moments of carelessness. That way, the plan I made will go smoothly as I wish."
Isaac moved out of his room. He's going back to Gerson's room.
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