49: A WAY TO FIND OUT

A WAY TO FIND OUT

3"Huh? No, nothing, I was just talking to myself hehe," she outrightly replied, looking for some distraction, almost choked up.

Moments later, they heard some chatter not far from them. They all looked at the source of the voices, and there come into sight Lance holding the tray of glass wines while Ingrid was carrying Clark, and her focus was on the path listening to Lance, and she seems to get pleasure from what Lance is telling her.

Clark looked into the table and was happy when he saw Clifford. However, the child remembered his mother's plea about Cliff. The boy's countenance fell, and he moved his gaze away from Cliff and lean on his mother's shoulder. Clark becomes sad that Ingrid felt the sudden change in her son's expression. She tightened her embrace to her son.

"And who is this good-looking boy?" Helen rose and went to Ingrid. Her excitement grew more when she saw the boy even though he is still leaning on Ingrid's shoulder.

When Clark heard his name, he leisurely pulled his head away from his mother and looked at her.

"Oh my! Clint, you come here! Hurry!" her husband was curious about his wife's reaction.

He rose up, went over her, then looked at the child closely. He gasped and then looked at Cliff and then back to Clark and back to Cliff again and then to the child also. He becomes dizzy on shifting his gaze to the two.

"Clint, am I just seeing things? Are we thinking the same thing?" Helen whispered to her husband.

"hmm..." even Clint could not believe what he is seeing.

He has seen this child before, but because he did not meet his son in those times yet. But now, he could not deny the resemblance between him and this child. He also felt a connection the first time he saw the child.

'There's only one way to find out.' He thought. Except that it won't be easy because he knew that Ingrid will never, ever allow anyone to do it.

"Hello," the child greeted them shyly, not the usual way of being lively.

"Hi, there, my boy! Can I carry him, Ingrid?" Helen asks. Her eyes danced with delight.

Ingrid, on the other, hesitated when she sensed that Helen seems up to something.

"Is it okay, son?" she asked the child. Clark nodded, and he without verve, he moved from her mother's embrace to a stranger.

Then, Ingrid motioned the house helpers to serve the sautéed veal medallions with crab and asparagus, topped with cheese sauce. She busied herself with the preparation for the dinner while Lance helped her with it.

The moment Helen held the child, she felt something strange as if she had his son when he was just a child.

'Deja vu?' she kissed the child's cheek and squeezed him with her embrace. The child is still quiet.

"What's wrong, my love?" Helen asked the child.

"Nothing. What's your name, ma'am?"

"I'm Helen Briggs," her face shine brightly when she heard the child.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am. You have the same last name with uncle Cliff, are you related?"

"Hahaha he is my son. Don't call me ma'am, just call me, granny Len, if it's okay with your mom and your grandma.." Helen Briggs amusement to the child grew.

"He is very famous, isn't he? My mom knew him, aunt Liane knew him, too and I even saw him on TV." then the child looked at Clifford with amazement. She also looked at Ingrid and Rose.

On the other hand, Clifford was busy observing Lance and Ingrid move in sync while arranging the utensils, as if they did it together for a long time. Lance plastered an amused smile on his lips, and he continually gazes at Ingrid. Clifford felt cheated in this battle. He wanted to make his way near Ingrid, but he could not move because Ingrid's parents are around. However, he has the most significant advantage, Clark.

It was Clifford's turn to be given the utensils. Ingrid just slides her arms under Clifford's chin to avoid bodily contact with him. But Clifford used this opportunity to hold her. When he caught her hand, Ingrid was caught off guard by his soft hold. The plate almost fell, that Ingrid's left foot twisted this caused her to lose her balance.

Ingrid just closed her eyes and waited for her fall. But before her butt nearly touched the ground, she was already embraced by Cliff. He lifted and carried her into his arms.

"Argghhh!!" she tried to squirm from his tight embrace, but her left foot is throbbing in pain.

"Hush. Don't move."

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