Chapter 517

Penelope’s car was in the hotel parking lot; she could have driven herself home. But this might be one of her few chances to spend time with Julian.
However, along the way, Julian managed to make her feel rather insecure.
“I haven’t asked you yet, what’s your name?” Julian suddenly turned, asking her with a very serious expression.
The question made Penelope’s heart ache. They were mother and son, the closest of kin, yet he didn’t even know her.
“Uh, my name is… Penelope?”
She worried about revealing her identity, but surely Theodore wouldn’t have
mentioned her to their son. As expected, Julian showed no reaction to the name, but he carefully wrote it down in a notebook.
“Age?”
This felt like an interrogation. When Penelope didn’t answer, Julian looked up at her.
“I hope you’ll answer me honestly. This is very important.”
“What are you trying to do?”
“Please answer the question.”
This kid was… strange, sometimes. Still, Penelope answered him, knowing he wouldn’t let it go otherwise.
“Occupation?”
“Currently unemployed.”
“Marital status?”
“Divorced.”
“Any children?”
“Two boys.”
“Family situation?”
“You
“Please provide a truthful account!”
Penelope paused, then gave a general overview of her family situation, omitting Theodore and Julian himself. As she spoke, Julian took notes. She was surprised to see that, for a six-year-old, he could write many words, and his handwriting was neat and clean.
When she finished, Julian reviewed his notes, then furrowed his little brow and sighed.
“Are you dissatisfied with my profile?” she couldn’t help but ask.
Julian looked at her, hesitated, then nodded honestly.
“As the man of the family, I’ve made an assessment based on your basic information not To be frank you good enough for my uncle”
Penelope’s mouth twitched. “I thought my profile was pretty decent.”
“You’re good-looking.”
“Thank you.”
“That’s all that’s good-looking.”
Julian glanced at his notes again, shaking his little head with another sigh.
“You’re nine years older than my uncle, divorced, have a son, and you’re unemployed. Furthermore, you seem quite lazy, with no
intention of pursuing a canet
you!
were to marry my uncle, you’d be a heavy burden.”
“Am I really that… bad?” Penelope started to feel insecure.
“Of course, my uncle’s salary is decent. He could probably support you and your son without issue.”
“Actually, I
“But you’re extremely lazy. It’s one thing not to work, but you seem to avoid housework too. And your hygiene is questionable-leaving a half-eaten apple on the coffee table to finish later, lying on the sofa with your feet propped up
“Stop!”
Penelope couldn’t listen anymore and cut him off. “Kid, that’s called spying, you know?”
Julian cleared his throat. “As the responsible adult here, my job is to judge your behavior. You don’t need to judge me.”
“What do you mean, ‘responsible adult’? You’re just a child!”
“I’m my uncle’s only living blood relative. Of course I have to take his marriage seriously!”
“He… has a sister.”
Julian’s eyes widened. “His sister is my mother. Didn’t you know my mom is dead?”
“Your mom is dead?”
Penelope was shocked. Who told him she was dead?
Julian narrowed his eyes. “My uncle didn’t tell you?”
“No.”
“Well, let me officially inform you. My mom died from blood loss during childbirth. She’s been gone for six years.”