Soon, Adrian arrived at the family home in Cloudanville. Before he entered the house, he spotted the old acacia tree in the courtyard, its blooming, snowy white flowers stirring his childhood memory.

He remembered that it was him and Henry who planted the tree together. He estimated that it was twenty years old by now.

“What brings you here, Adrian?”

As soon as he walked into the courtyard, Cecilia, who was hanging up the laundry, noticed him and hurriedly walked over.

Adrian replied, “I’m here to visit Grandfather.”

“He’s inside. Come in!” said Cecilia hastily.

Adrian nodded and walked into the house. Harold was sitting in the house watching television. He looked like he had aged significantly compared to when Adrian had first come back.

Adrian walked up to Harold as Cecilia said, “Father, Adrian’s here.”

Harold abruptly turned his head and he shook when he saw Adrian. He jumped up from the sofa. “You’re here, Adrian,” he said.

Adrian nodded. Not having much to say to Har