Chapter 421: 417, watching her grow up
When Max Locke spoke, he looked ahead, but Titus Zane could clearly see that his gaze wasn’t actually focused; it seemed like he was reminiscing about the past.
If her earlier guess was right about this man having a subtle relationship with her mother, then now Titus Zane was certain that this middle-aged man in front of her must have liked her mother, or at least had affection for her.
Smiling a little, Titus Zane continued to probe as if it was unintentional.
"Are you very familiar with my mother?"
Max Locke turned his head to look at her, smiling, "More than familiar, I watched her grow up."
That statement surprised Titus Zane once again.
Watched her grow up... That means he must be much older than her mother...
An acute illness led to her being rushed to the hospital where she died despite attempts at resuscitation, at the age of twenty...
Jon’s words unconsciously flashed through her mind, causing Titus Zane to feel a pang in her chest, making it difficult to breathe.
Her mother was only twenty when she died. I am thirty-one this year, so if my mother were still alive she would be barely fifty, but this uncle seems to be almost sixty...
Slightly narrowing her eyes, Titus Zane’s mind raced. Max Locke seemed to notice her puzzlement and said with a smile, "I am eight years older than your mother. When she was young, she used to like to cling to me and asked me to carry her. At first, I found it annoying, but gradually it became a habit."
After saying that, he sighed again. Titus Zane regained her composure and managed a restrained smile.
Max Locke looked at her, furrowing his brow, "If I remember correctly, you should be a few years older than Alder..."
"I’m thirty-one." Interrupting Max Locke, Titus Zane volunteered her age and explained, "Uncle, please don’t misunderstand, I was brought back by Alder Locke to act as a shield."
Titus Zane was frank for a reason; she didn’t want Max Locke to misunderstand, and she really didn’t want to hear the kind of undisguised disdain similar to what the old Mr. Locke had shown.
Thus, before Max Locke could express disdain for her "older" age, she quickly revealed the truth to avoid any misunderstanding.
In actual fact, Max Locke still misunderstood, looking at Titus Zane and saying with a laugh, "That’s not what I meant," and as Titus Zane looked baffled, he continued, "I want to tell you that the old man is stubborn, but he bears no ill will towards you."
Titus Zane...
Why did she sense an implication that he was trying to match her with Alder Locke?
In fact, that was exactly Max Locke’s intention. His son had rarely been genuinely interested, and the party involved was the daughter of an old acquaintance. He didn’t want his son to live with regrets like he had, so he was actively trying to facilitate a connection.
The two spoke a lot on the way, and the hour-long car journey seemed to pass quickly. The military vehicle pulled over at the curb in front of the corporate building, and Titus Zane thanked Max Locke, who nodded kindly in response.
"Go to work, and come visit our house more often."
Watching the military vehicle head back the way it came, Titus Zane stood by the roadside, eyes lingering on it for a long time.
During the journey, she talked a lot with Max Locke about her mother’s childhood, but the meaningful things Titus Zane truly wanted to learn about were not mentioned by Max Locke, who deliberately avoided some questions she raised.
People often are like that; the more they want to hide something, the more others want to explore it. Titus Zane suddenly remembered that everyone avoided talking about the illegal arms dealership.
Turning around, she walked towards the corporate building’s entrance. At this moment, in the president’s office, an assistant was reporting to Wesley Foley.
"President, the assistant named carry is back, sent by General Max Locke’s private vehicle."
In Banyan City, there is only one Military Headquarters, and Max Locke is the highest-ranking official there.
Wesley Foley’s eyes narrowed slightly, his emotions unreadable, and he nodded indifferently, "Go ahead, and remember to instruct the secretary to call carry over."
"Yes, President." The assistant bowed respectfully and then left.