Homecoming from Hogwarts

With the gratitude of the orphanage staff, Lawrence hid his fear deeply in his heart and walked out of the orphanage with a polite smile.

What will the young master say when he finds out?

Staring at the world stained by the heavy rain, Lawrence worriedly wondered whether he would return all his donations. If he really hated his father.

However, this money is not squeezed out of the few assets of the Blaine family, but his private donation, which has nothing to do with the Blaine family. If the young master really comes to ask for the money to be returned to him If so, he could explain it this way.

"Mr. Lawrence, please get in—"

The driver who followed him tried hard to hold up a black umbrella for him despite the howling wind, but the water splashing from the ground still wet his trousers, and the cold rain eroded his socks along the wet trousers. Lawrence felt a sense of discomfort.

The driver opened the door of a dark blue Rolls-Royce parked on the roadside for Lawrence, and bowed slightly to ask him to get in. However, what surprised the driver was that Mr. Lawrence did not step into the car, but turned around. They stood quietly in the rain and stared at the orphanage they had just left for a long time.

"I want to go for a walk alone, Sank—"

Under Sank's slightly surprised gaze, Mr. Lawrence took away the umbrella in his hand, and then, without further explanation, held up the umbrella and turned around and walked away along the way he came.

"Mr. Lawrence?" the driver Sanke asked at a loss.

"You go back first, Sank--"

Lawrence's old and deep voice penetrated the rain curtain,

"I want to be alone for a while. Are you worried that I can't find my way back?"

Sank's defensive voice was drowned by the sound of falling rain, and Lawrence did not hear it.

Perhaps it was the pressure exerted by the rapid falling rain on the wide umbrella surface. Lawrence tightly grasped the cold umbrella pole with his hands that already had age spots. His back was not as straight as it had been in the orphanage just now.

He walked very slowly, and after only taking a few steps, he stood there, staring at the shops on both sides of this bleak street, which looked a little older. He even started the car, and sat in the cab and cast a worried look at him. Sanke's eyes, which were gradually moving away, were not noticed.

In a daze, he seemed to see the young Master Blaine walking in and out of these shops in shabby clothes, and then his eyes became sour.

A bicycle appeared at the corner at the end of the road. The bicycle's special back seat carried a heavy package. Judging from the style of the poncho worn by the person driving this cumbersome bicycle, he was probably a postman from the post office.

Heavy packages, slippery ground, and strong wind and rain made it difficult to drive this bicycle. From a distance, the postman's cursing voice reached Lawrence's ears.

Lawrence took another step.

His contact with the young master was very short, only two hours, but judging from the young master's resolute unwillingness to accept the Blaine family's property, the young master and the old master had almost the same character - proud and stubborn.

Born in an orphanage, the financial situation of such a young young master cannot be very good, because he still needs to fund the orphanage, but even so, he still refused a large and generous inheritance, and his father clearly loved the young master's mother, But he can't accept deception

Lawrence sighed heavily, his cloudy eyes showing confusion.

He has been working hard for the Blaine family all his life, taking care of the young master's father and his grandfather, and has witnessed the power of this family rise and rise, and then decline as quickly as a flash in the pan. No, it is not a decline. Since the master became ill, The Blaine family collapsed.

When he was octogenarian, the Blaine family disappeared, which seemed to say that his dedicated life was meaningless.

Maybe the master had been relieved before he died of illness, but Lawrence had to admit that he was unwilling to do so. He couldn't bear to see the Blaine family disappear.

There is only one way to prevent the Blaine family from disappearing completely, and that is to let the young master return to the family.

This is not to say that the young master has outstanding business or political acumen. In his investigation, he could only find out that the young master was born in this orphanage. After leaving, he could not find any relevant information about where the young master was and what he did. information. But as long as the young master is willing to go home, the Blaine family will exist.

Wow!

A gust of wind blew from behind, and the glass windows of the shops on both sides of the street rattled like an earthquake.

"Oh!" Lawrence exclaimed softly. Under the strong wind, he was absent-mindedly blown away from the umbrella in his hand, and his hat also rolled in the air and was blown to the other side of the street. By accident, he flew into a narrow gap between two buildings!

The large umbrella rolled on the ground one after another, flew dozens of feet in the blink of an eye, and then hit the postman who was trying to control the balance of the bicycle.

Banglanglang--

The unlucky postman's vision went dark and he suddenly fell heavily to the ground. The heavy packages on the back seat of the bicycle also broke the ropes that bound them and rolled everywhere. One of them even hit the sidewalk and the roadway. On the low guardrail separating them, a corner of the cardboard box suddenly sagged.

The umbrella was swept up into the sky by the strong wind, and he couldn't get it back anyway. However, there might be a chance to save his hat, which was given to him by Master Blaine.

But after a moment of hesitation, Lawrence took off and ran towards the postman. After all, it was his lost umbrella that caused him to fall.

"Oh, thank you, sir--"

The postman, whose foot was stuck in the carriage frame, was cursing and trying to free himself. Then, an old gentleman with gentlemanly clothes suddenly appeared next to him and tried hard to help him pull his stuck ankle.

"No need to thank you, sir--" Lawrence smiled apologetically, "it was my umbrella that bumped into you just now-"

The corners of the postman's mouth tightened, and he looked unhappy, but he couldn't say anything. After all, the old man didn't look young anymore. It was not easy to control such a big umbrella in the gust of wind just now. thing.

After muttering a few words in a low voice, the postman concentrated on dealing with the frame of the card owner's own feet.

Fortunately, this was not a complicated matter. Lawrence tried his best to lift the frame of the car that was pressing on his ankle. The postman pushed hard twice and successfully got out.

After helping the postman stand up, Lawrence quickly walked to the street and picked up the large cardboard box that was half full.

Bang, bang, bang—

The drop just now seemed to disturb the contents of the carton. When Lawrence picked it up, the frightened gadgets inside suddenly came to life, hitting the walls of the box in all directions.

"Oh, what could be here?"

With a quick glance, Lawrence found that the delivery address on the carton was that of the Haas Orphanage, and he asked curiously.

"who knows--"

The postman knew where the box should be delivered. The packages in his car were all delivered to the Haas Orphanage. He saw that the old gentleman was having difficulty carrying the box, so he quickly took the box.

"Perhaps some caring people donated pets to the children in the orphanage to make the children less bored. In my opinion, this is purely to cause trouble to Mrs. Reagan and the others. Okay, sir -"

The postman firmly secured the somewhat damaged box in the back seat, and then said to Lawrence, who was all wet,

"It's just an accident. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of the rest of the packages myself. Maybe you should go and see if you can still pick up your hat. If it didn't fall too deep -"

The postman shrugged and said that he had also seen the scene just now.

"I hope so--"

Lawrence smiled bitterly, and did not insist on helping the postman clean it up. After all, for an old man of this age, being caught in the rain was not pleasant. If he could pick up his hat, it would at least block some wind and rain, so that he could find a store that sells it. Umbrella shop.

Pretty lucky——

When Lawrence stepped over the low guardrail and walked outside the narrow building gap where his hat was trapped, and took a closer look under the dim street light, Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief.

The hat didn't fall too deep. You only need to squeeze in and take two steps to pick it up. Moreover, because of the obstruction of the buildings on both sides, the hat did not get soaked by the rain.

After spending some effort, Lawrence squeezed into the alley, but he was restrained by the walls on both sides and could not bend down. He could only use his feet to lift the hat back into his hand. This was like an old and frail man. The acrobatics were difficult, and he was out of breath from exhaustion. His hand finally grabbed the hat.

Bang, bang——

Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief and gasped twice. Just when he was about to squeeze outside, two crisp sounds suddenly came from the other side of the street.

(End of this chapter)