Chapter 303 Sorry for Making You Worry
Looking at Finnley's gloomy expression, Sophia couldn't help but laugh to herself.
After two years away, this was his first time coming home, and his own brother had mistaken him for a ghost. She wondered just how traumatized he must be feeling right now.
Sophia pressed her lips together, secretly trying to hold back her laughter.
Finnley's gaze drifted over to her. Seeing how amused she was, he felt even more frustrated.
Who was he doing all this for?
Receiving Finnley's death stare, Sophia quickly wiped the smile off her face and explained to Cillian, "He's not a ghost. If you don't believe me, try again. Ghosts don't have body heat."
Cillian looked at Finnley, nervously swallowing, then shakily reached out a finger toward him.
However, before his finger could touch Finnley's face, his wrist was grabbed by a warm hand.
He instinctively looked up to see Finnley staring at him with disgust. "Did you wash your hands? Do you know how many germs are on people's hands?"
Feeling the warmth from his wrist, Cillian's tears, which had just stopped, started flowing again.
It was warm.
So Benjamin really had come back!
Ignoring Finnley's protests, Cillian threw himself forward and hugged him tightly.
"Benjamin, I knew you weren't dead!"
"It's been two years. Why did it take you so long to come back? Do you know how much I missed you?"
A vein throbbed at Finnley's temple. He held back again and again, controlling himself from pushing Cillian away.
Cillian cried his heart out, burying his face in Finnley's shoulder, wiping all his snot and tears on his clothes.
Finnley: "..."
His eye twitched involuntarily. He quickly pushed Cillian's head away. "Alright, stop crying. How old are you, still crying like this?"
Cillian sniffled and stepped back, his eyes fixed on Benjamin without blinking.
He was afraid that if he blinked, Benjamin would disappear.
Just then, footsteps came from upstairs.
Finnley looked toward the sound and saw an old man who resembled him somewhat being helped down the stairs by another white-haired elderly man.
"That's Grandpa and the butler, Finn," Sophia quietly reminded him.
Finnley pressed his thin lips together, his feet moving toward Preston as if beyond his control.
"Grandpa."
Hearing this "Grandpa," Preston nearly burst into tears.
He came down the stairs with his cane, his eyes red with emotion, but soon put on a stern face.
Finnley had prepared himself for a hug with Preston, but what greeted him instead was Preston's cane.
"You still know to come back?"
The solid wood cane struck his leg hard, and Finnley felt a dull pain.
Seeing Preston about to swing his cane again, Sophia quickly walked in front of Finnley, shielding him behind her. "Grandpa, one hit is enough. If you really hurt him, you'll be the one feeling bad."
"Me, feel bad for him? Who feels bad for me?" Preston said this, but pulled back his cane.
However, his anger hadn't subsided. He scolded sternly, "Come here! What kind of man hides behind a woman? You made our whole family worry sick about you, and you still have the nerve to hide?"
Finnley awkwardly touched his nose and stepped out from behind Sophia.
He sneaked a glance at Sophia, and seeing her nod, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Preston in a tight hug.
"Grandpa, I'm sorry for making you worry."
Preston's eyes immediately reddened, and he excitedly hugged Finnley back.
He spoke awkwardly, "Who was worried about you? I have plenty of grandsons, I'm not short one of you! The one who worried most was Sophia. Do you know what these two years have been like for her?"
Finnley released Preston and gripped Sophia's hand tightly, his deep eyes overflowing with tenderness and heartache.
"These two years must have been hard on you."
Even though she knew Finnley hadn't recovered his memory and was just acting, Sophia still couldn't help but tear up.
She smiled and shook her head, pressing her lips together without speaking.
Preston nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Where have you been these two years? Two years ago, I had people search the sea for days, but we came up empty-handed."
Mentioning what happened two years ago, Preston sighed.
When he heard the news of Benjamin's death, he nearly passed out from the shock.
When Preston woke up again, the family had already started preparing Benjamin's funeral.
Even the police had concluded that Benjamin's body had been destroyed in the explosion, and the remains had probably been eaten by fish in the sea.
Finnley's eyes flickered slightly, and he answered vaguely, "Someone saved me. I've been recovering from my injuries these two years and only recently got better."
Preston nodded without asking further questions.
Whatever had happened before, as long as he was back, that was all that mattered.
Finnley quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Preston had spent years in the business world, after all. If he kept asking questions, Finnley really wouldn't know how to answer.
Fortunately, the topic quickly passed.
Just then, Finnley's gaze suddenly fell on a figure hiding behind the crowd.
A cold smile curved his lips as he strode in that direction.
Celestia had been terrified when she first saw Finnley. She had wanted to hide in her room, but Arabella had pulled her down.
Although she had mentally prepared herself, she still couldn't help feeling afraid.
After Benjamin's death, Celestia had been using this as an excuse to torment Sophia, wanting to see her go crazy like Amelia.
Then she would have had a reason to kick her out for good.
But who could have imagined that before Sophia was driven away, Benjamin would come back alive?
Given Benjamin's personality, if he found out what she had done to Sophia, he definitely wouldn't let her off easily.
Sure enough, Benjamin quickly noticed her.
Watching the tall figure getting closer and closer, Celestia's heart sank.
She gripped Arabella's arm tightly with both hands, trying to hide behind her.
But Benjamin had no intention of letting her off easily. With a stern face and without a word, he approached Celestia step by step.
Already feeling guilty, Celestia couldn't help but step backward when she met Benjamin's dark and cold eyes.
She took one step back, and Benjamin took one step forward.
Finally, her foot caught on a stair step, and she fell backward onto the stairs, her back hitting the stair railing.
The metal material and its cold temperature made Celestia shiver violently.
With nowhere left to retreat, she looked up at Benjamin, her eyes full of terror. "Don't... don't come any closer!"
Finnley placed one foot on the step and slowly leaned toward her. "You just said she caused whose death?"
Finnley's face was deeply handsome with sharp features, his lips curved in a faint smile.
His voice was low and slow as he spoke, with the last word's tone slightly rising, making Celestia's whole body break out in goosebumps.
"It wasn't... it wasn't me!"