Darkstone Code-Chapter 1008 - 1006: Parents

"I’m going back tomorrow."

After catching his breath a bit, Nell shared his thoughts with his wives. Of course, he also made arrangements for them, "When the weather cools down a bit, I’ll arrange for your tickets, and you’ll go back together then."

What he said was hard to refuse, perhaps today’s conversation with Lynch made him more certain about some of his own thoughts.

Or maybe he wanted to make up for his past foolishness, to become a true, kind father who could be a role model and goal for his children. In any case, on the way back, he made up his mind.

He wanted to become the next Legislator, a big figure, and only then would his sons have a better living environment.

Despite getting along pleasantly and calmly with Lynch now, deep down, he was still somewhat afraid of Lynch.

It’s a feeling hard to articulate, and even sometimes when he tried to express "fatherly love," he would be stopped by Lynch’s gaze at the last moment.

He was afraid of Lynch, but he didn’t dislike or want to stay away from Lynch; instead, he felt more guilt.

This is another benefit wealth brings to people—it makes them appear more noble, at least it seems so.

Reflecting on the foolish things he did over the years, now he wants to be a good father, give more love to the unborn child, and also wants to experience the admiration in his children’s eyes.

But he couldn’t leave the children here, in the Federation.

He had a feeling that if he left his children in the Federation, Lynch would definitely do something to them.

It might not be to harm them, more likely to use them. He didn’t know why, but he just had this feeling.

The wives were a bit puzzled, and the youngest, being pregnant, naturally bore the brunt, so she was the first to get pregnant.

At this moment, she looked at Nell with her pregnant belly, somewhat unable to understand, "Didn’t we say we were going to have the child here?"

Everything about the Federation deeply captivated these girls from Nagariel; to them, this place was the Celestial Kingdom, where gods lived.

Every week, professional doctors examined their bodies, and professional nutritionists and chefs prepared nutrition-appropriate meals for their pregnancy. Everyone sincerely respected them, treating their words as a command.

This was something they had never experienced in Nagariel—the life here, air conditioning, TV dramas, even just walking barefoot on the soft carpet was an unimaginable joy and happiness for them in the past!

Now hearing about returning to Nagariel, it’s bound to be confusing.

Especially since this matter relates to having children, in the medically underdeveloped Nagariel, childbirth is not something enjoyable, and the girls have heard too often about those who died from difficult deliveries.

They didn’t want to become the next one.

Nell shook his head, "It’s hard to explain why we should do this, but I want you to trust me, it’s not for me or anyone else, it’s for you and the children."

"As for your concerns, I know. I will have a professional obstetric team arranged to go with you to ensure your safety."

Hearing this, the girls slightly sighed in relief, though still a bit confused as to why they had to suddenly leave while living so well.

Among the three girls, the eldest gently pressed the hand of the youngest. The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other’s meaning.

The youngest asked, "Is it related to Mr. Lynch?"

Nell was somewhat surprised at the girls’ sharpness, hesitating as he nodded slightly, "You could say that, but it’s not entirely because of that."

"Lynch mentioned an idea to me a while ago." He hesitated again; those who cannot achieve success independently all have a common problem, which is lack of decisiveness.

Even when they have made a decision, when it comes to execution, they hesitate because of various issues, often causing them to miss the best timing.

It’s like a homebuyer who has decided to buy but waits a bit longer.

Or someone ready to propose but suddenly finds it hard to speak up...

Nell’s indecisiveness was the main reason he could only be a worker in the first half of his life. Twenty years ago, when he was younger, even opening a small shop would have prevented his life from deteriorating so much later on.

This time, the hesitation didn’t last too long, "I plan to run for the next Legislator, and Lynch will support me in doing so. I think there’s a great chance I will be elected."

The girls exclaimed as they looked at their man. Although Nell was over twenty years older than them, it didn’t stop them from loving... liking him.

The charm of a mature man is irresistible!

The youngest girl caressed her belly, her face full of delight, "Does that mean our child could become the future Provincial Governor?"

The other two girls also looked at her belly with envious eyes, but such things can’t be envied.

"A Legislator!" Nell reiterated, then nodded, "Of course, of course, that’s what it is."

The excitement and joy of the girls were palpable without needing description. Nagariel people have a deep reverence and yearning for the term Provincial Governor and what it represents.

Everyone hopes to become part of the privileged class, and they are no different. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The young girl clung to Nell’s arm and leaned on his shoulder, "I’ve never been this happy before..."

The next day, after Nell got up, his luggage was already packed. After bidding farewell to his three wives, he boarded the car heading towards the port.

Just as he entered the city traffic, he unexpectedly saw the gigantic billboard on the side of Half Mountain.

"You’Er Mei, the expert in managing your physique!"

In the upper right corner of this billboard, there was a photo of Serra with that fitness coach. Now, Serra is You’Er Mei’s largest shareholder, and her image is also part of the trademark.

Looking at this gigantic billboard and the workers still busy beneath it, Nell’s expression suddenly became somewhat dazed, as certain past memories surged back.

"Is You’Er Mei very popular now? Billboards on Half Mountain aren’t cheap," he asked the driver, because this car needed to be driven back, so the community service company arranged a dedicated driver to take him to the port and then drive the car back.

Having some extra drivers is a project every community service company must have, as there are always times when residents find it inconvenient to drive themselves.

The driver quickly glanced at the bottom of the billboard that hadn’t been fully replaced yet and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Nell, You’Er Mei is reportedly one of the more upscale fitness brands in the Federation at the moment. There are over seventy chain stores nationwide, and some bodybuilding champions work there. It’s quite appealing."

This must be Lynch’s handiwork; as soon as he heard, Nell knew who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Some might have thought of doing such a thing, but achieving this level could only be Lynch. Fitness... actually only started emerging less than ten years ago.

And its profitability prospects are unknown. Many have joined this wave, but even more gyms quickly set up only to go bankrupt soon after.

Only Lynch could wield such magical power to make everything different.

His gaze was somewhat complicated as he looked at the woman in the upper right corner of the billboard, and Nell heaved a sigh, withdrawing his gaze, starting to consider the upcoming work matters.

Meanwhile, Serra and Koman rang the doorbell of Lynch Villa.

It was the maid who opened the door. As Serra glanced over the maid’s figure, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes.

What is the community service company implying, why did they arrange a female tramp beside Lynch? What on earth are they trying to do?

She decided to have a serious talk with the community service company when she left, to promptly remove this girl.

Of course, she had already learned how not to let others see her thoughts. With a slight nod, she handed her handbag to the maid and entered the room.

Lynch was having breakfast, holding a newspaper. He turned back to glance at the guest, smiling and stepping forward to embrace Serra briefly.

"Would you like to join me for some breakfast?" he asked.

A memory of breakfasts with a peculiar taste surfaced from the depths of Serra’s mind.

Every morning she would use the pan leftover from sautéing minced beef to fry eggs for Lynch, saving some oil.

Every morning, Nell would eat sautéed minced beef, stuffing it into whole wheat buns and devouring it in large bites.

Why whole wheat, is it because it’s healthy?

No, it’s because whole wheat is cheaper.

Eggs fried in a butter-laden pan have a taste hard to imagine if you haven’t tried them.

The gamey taste, the rich beef aroma, and the thickness of butter can coat your mouth, especially when the yolk isn’t fully cooked.

"No thank you, we already had breakfast," Serra declined the offer but still walked around the table.

Vegetables, eggs, milk, bacon, venison—a wonderful breakfast.

"You should eat more vegetables, dear," she suggested.

Lynch smiled and nodded, "I will."

He picked up a napkin to dab the corner of his mouth and accompanied Serra to the living room.

"Actually, you could finish eating before joining me," Serra said.

"I’ve finished eating!"

Lynch glanced at Koman standing aside looking somewhat like an upper-class person but still not quite there and nodded.

"We’ve rented a house next to Half Mountain Villa District. It should be ready for move-in by next month. We hope you can come on opening day..."