After leaving the old mansion, Manley and Travis got into the same car. Both father and son sat in the back seat, each pointedly ignoring the other.
The gift from Citrine sat between them, a massive package that took up the space of an entire person, forming a physical barrier between the two.
Travis's eyes never left the oversized box. After a long silence, he finally asked, "Aren't you even a little curious what's inside?"
Manley lifted his gaze just barely, glancing at his so-called son. "Of course I'm curious."
"Then why didn't you open it back there?" Travis studied Manley's face, searching for a reaction.
"What's it to you?" Manley replied coolly, turning to stare out the window, his expression unreadable.
Travis couldn't shake the feeling that Manley's attitude toward Citrine was oddly different—distinct from how he treated anyone else.
For one thing, Manley had actually accepted Citrine's gift.
Everyone knew Manley had a terrible temper, and he absolutely despised the Carmichael family. Whenever he lost his temper at their gatherings, he'd never spare anyone's feelings. Travis, in fact, had never seen his father show this much courtesy to anyone—let alone a young girl.
"I remember you never accept gifts from the Carmichaels," Travis said suddenly, studying him.
If his memory served, on Manley's last birthday both Vicente and Regina Carmichael had brought presents, and Manley hadn't even hesitated to toss their gifts out in front of them, making his disdain perfectly clear.
Before Manley could reply, Travis pressed on, "And you seemed a little too eager to visit the old house today."
Manley usually dreaded these family visits; every trip back was preceded by a fit of rage at home. But this afternoon, he'd been strangely calm—he hadn't thrown a tantrum, and had even volunteered to make the trip.
Travis didn't get it. Although they were father and son, he'd never been able to figure Manley out.
Recently, the CICI Group had been making waves in Havencrest, even threatening to overtake the Carmichaels. Their latest creation—a medical robot called Kane—had caused a worldwide sensation.
Unlike anything else on the market, Kane came loaded with advanced programming and a cutting-edge medical diagnostic system. It was easily the most sophisticated home healthcare robot available anywhere.
Manley had been skeptical, but the moment he powered it on, Kane's voice rang out distinctly from its frame, confirming that this was indeed the real thing.
"Sir, how may I assist you?"
Manley stared at the robot, utterly stunned.
Although the launch event had already taken place, only a handful of Kanes existed in the world. Without status or significant wealth, there was no way to get your hands on one.
"How on earth did she manage to buy this?" Manley wondered aloud, genuinely astonished.
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