Chapter 2328: Chapter 2323: The List (10)

So, is it really Mr. Dickens living next door?

It makes sense—the age where he could be invited to see a cat is indeed unsuitable for a parent-child room.

Parents have their own privacy, and there might be arrangements that would be inconvenient.

Mr. Cardon Sr.’s voice wasn’t loud, even gentle amidst the darkness, contrasting sharply with his actions.

Although no specific name was mentioned throughout, the doctor’s words in the last sentence helped lock in the identity to a certain extent.

Lucy, who was stood up, once introduced that the reason for the ill-fated connection years ago was that Cardon was brought here by his doctor father.

The correct profession, bedside confessions, and part of a wish list... Combining these elements, the one who delivered the pillow to the bed in the middle of the night was likely Cardon’s father.

Although this filial piety was a bit intense.

On his deathbed, the old man desperately wanted to make amends, was sneaking into his father’s room and putting a pillow over his face?

It truly is filial duty that runs through a lifetime, making people sigh.

Reflecting on this unfulfilled father-son bond, Fu Qian became more curious about Mr. Cardon Sr.’s list.

Simply organize the situation so far—

The place is not the protagonist’s hometown but a stranger locale visited years ago with his father.

Time-wise, it seems to be at least thirty years later, and the passing of years is doubled on the protagonist’s face, likely indicating they never returned in between.

Character-wise, Lucy is still around, long dealing with the trivia of everyday life, and Mr. Dickens is no longer here, leaving only one-sided performances.

Although from Cardon’s attitude towards Lucy, it doesn’t matter if he’s not here... What’s important is the place, hence "reconciliation" with the self from years ago.

So the question arises, what happened here years ago that required him to reconcile with himself?

...

Lucy’s cat seems to encapsulate the regrets of youth.

Though there is nothing suspicious here, like the reason why Cardon wanted to attend but had time, yet ultimately didn’t.

But this second matter is much more abstract by comparison.

Regretting not suffocating his father?

Cardon’s actions indeed appear to be that way, though his words are another matter—he cared about his father’s health.

His complexion was poor, like something was about to escape, strange movement... How it sounded like discovering his father next door was unwell, coming over to visit and offer assistance.

So Cardon’s regret was discovering his father’s condition years ago but not offering aid?

But unless performing an exorcism, there’s no way to see these actions as offering help—perhaps it was an exorcism?

At one point, Cardon Sr.’s contradictory behaviors were actually fitted into a coefficient by Fu Qian.

Years ago something unusual happened to Mr. Dickens, but it was too unique an experience, hitting a young Cardon, preventing him from helping, leaving lifelong regret?

Logically it’s somewhat coherent, especially since we shouldn’t forget this world does possess extraordinary power.

But for now, it’s just simple, rough fitting, and there are still many doubts.

For instance, Mr. Dickens without his aid likely didn’t encounter any mishap.

Otherwise, being so close, Lucy, who was stood up, shouldn’t have missed such information.

If it was Mr. Dickens who encountered some extraordinary, why did Cardon become Mid-level?

Sadly, after the doctor’s words, the old man no longer spoke.

At this moment, his hand completely left the pillow, just quietly gazing at the bed, seeming as if the first session had ended.

Crack!

Without lingering observation, the old man directly opened the door and left.

Though he didn’t return to his room—

Footsteps sounded, and Fu Qian watched Cardon’s figure go back and forth from the hotel lobby.

...

It seemed that the second item on the list was also completed.

In the process of approaching step by step, it was clear the old man’s eyes were also fixed in this direction.

Though he took a little rest, leaving no sign of vitality, still feeling like someone ready for the final journey.

Knock, knock!

Very soon those eyes were drawn to the car window, while raising his hand politely to knock.

Fu Qian naturally didn’t refuse, casually helping open the door.

"You’ve been here all this time?"

After climbing back to his position adeptly, the first thing Mr. Cardon was amazed at was his diligence.

"The whole time."

Fu Qian nodded, speaking truthfully.

Hmm...

For a while, Cardon remained silent, his gaze in the rear-view mirror somewhat profound, as if doubting whether Fu Qian got out of the car to witness the earlier actions.

But Fu Qian didn’t force it, comfortably leaning back, giving the elderly man enough time to organize his thoughts.

To ordinary people, Mid-level Extraordinary already counts as a terrifying presence.

However, the gap between them is even bigger than that, Fu Qian wasn’t worried Cardon would detect the extraordinary aspect in him.

Which meant as long as the latter has enough confidence, then he could conclude that driver Anke is an ordinary person, far from having the ability to sit in the car and see his earlier behavior.

"You actually don’t have to turn off the engine; it wouldn’t be so cold."

After lengthy consideration, Cardon surprisingly abandoned questioning, turning instead to a kind reminder.

"But it’s off now, we don’t have much fuel."

Such a kind gesture ignoring the objective situation was immediately pointed out by Fu Qian.

...

Just added a small can of fuel, indeed mileage is limited.

Fu Qian’s statement was evidently difficult to refute, rendering Cardon momentarily stuck.

Even quietly, his already dim eyes were slowly closing, seemingly stuck further.

"It’s enough... let’s set off."

However, in the end he didn’t, somehow calculating, he signaled Fu Qian no need to worry about mileage but go ahead.

Oh? Getting to the third item so soon?

The old man wasn’t just here to interrogate the driver, but to rush to the next event.

"Where to?"

Fu Qian naturally had no objection to such efficiency, almost responding to the request by starting the car simultaneously.

"Where you bought the fuel."

Target was evidently clear, Cardon motioned toward the direction they came from.

"Then it’s enough."

Fu Qian also didn’t remind that place might have closed, simply directed the car out.

...

"Anke, how did you find that place earlier?"

Back on the return path and the road remained silence without vehicles.

Perhaps delight from accomplishment, after resolving two obsessions consecutively, Cardon Sr. didn’t sleep in the car this time but quietly watched before abruptly asking a question.

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