What Separates Me and You

Lewis scoffed. "These are just petty tricks. First, take the content off the internet. Next, get someone to keep a watch on Quintin. Don't let him get away again." Conrad nodded. "Yes, sir."

Lewis leaned back and pulled out a cigarette. "I'll meet him tomorrow."

Thunder crashed, startling Josephine from her sleep. Gasping, she stared at the ceiling, her forehead covered in sweat.

She held tightly onto the sheets, her eyes fixed on the white ceiling for a long while.

When it had finally quietened, she immediately got up from bed and searched for Lewis.

She opened the door, her heart in her mouth as she stood before the silent corridor.

Just as she was about to go downstairs, Conrad's voice rang out behind her. "Madam?"

Josephine paused and turned.

"Madam, why are you awake at this hour?"

He looked at his watch; it was almost midnight.

Josephine tilted her head. She stared at him for several moments before eventually recognizing him. She signed, "I'm looking for Lewis."

He couldn't understand her, but he identified the word Lewis. He hurriedly replied, "He's in the study. Why are you going that way?"

Josephine blinked and ignored Conrad as she darted for the study.

She opened the door and saw Lewis. Her face lit up, and she walked over instantly.

Lewis was reading some documents on the sofa.

He instinctively looked up and saw Josephine running toward him, taking long strides. When she was near enough, she threw herself into his arms before he could react.

He lifted his arms to hold her and lowered his eyes to look at her. "Why are you still awake?"

She gazed up at him with puppy eyes for several moments before signing, "There's thunder outside. I'm afraid."

Lewis hugged her and sat her on his lap. "It's only thunder. There's nothing to be afraid of. Why are you bare-footed?"

Josephine shook her head, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She was terrified of thunder and used to have at least a maid beside her whenever there was thunder. However, she was alone when she woke up just now. How could she be unafraid?

He looked at her with resignment, then patted her head. "Should I accompany you, then?"

Her eyes were full of smiles as she nodded vigorously.

Lewis carried her as he stood, her arms still around his neck. He placed her legs around his waist. Josephine dangled off him like a monkey.

He carried her back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed.

Josephine clutched his sleeve, refusing to let go just in case he left her.

He saw through her intentions. "I promised to accompany you. I won't run away."

She stared intently at him.

Lewis couldn't do anything about it. "How am I supposed to undress if you don't let go?"

She released her grasp only when she heard him say so.

He took his coat off and went to the closet to change into his nightshirt before returning to bed.

Josephine rolled into his arms. Hugging him, she slept soundly.

Lewis hugged her back, his fingers stroking her hair while his gaze fell outside the window with contemplation. It was unknown what he was thinking about.

Conrad joined Damian in handling the commotion on the internet.

The next day, the attention the news received had slowly dwindled.

After all, it wasn't shocking news. It was only greeted with unusual enthusiasm because of the exposure it gained with the celebrities' help.

As the popularity died down, and after Quintin's post was deleted, the netizens started shifting their attention to other gossip.

When Quintin woke up the next day, he went online to check how things were going. However, to his surprise, the internet was as calm as the sky. It was outright peaceful.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was still in dreamland. He searched for the keywords but found nothing at all!

More horrifyingly, he realized his post was no longer there!

He knew at once it was the work of Damian; only Damian could've had access to his account.

Enraged, Quintin grabbed his phone and phoned his father.

When the call went through, Damian's wrathful voice boomed in his ear. "You bastard! Look at the mess you've caused! And you have the nerve to call me? Where the hell are you? Get your ass back here now!"

Quintin disregarded his remarks and questioned, "Did you delete my post?"

"So what if I did? You ungrateful brat. Get back here this instant! Aren't you satisfied yet after causing so much trouble? Come back, or I'll break your legs when I find you!"

Quintin was bristling with anger too. He snapped, "Bring it on! You're only any good at threatening me! You're helping someone else and going against your own son, yet you call yourself my father! Is Lewis that terrific a person? You're a loser!"

"You" Damian almost had a heart attack. Clutching his chest, he inhaled deeply several times before he regained his composure. Several moments later, Damian toned down and said in a concerned tone, "Quintin, listen to me. Divorce Josephine quickly and stop fooling around, okay? There are innumerable women in this world. Tell me your preferences, and I'll find you someone you like. Why on earth must you insist on making a move on Lewis' girl?"

Quintin said, "He started it. Whether it's for Jack or the dogs in my shelter, I can never let him go easily."

"Y-You! You're gonna be the death of me!" At that moment, Damian wanted nothing more than to strangle his son. What a trouble-making good-for-nothing!

"I don't want to hear any further. Don't meddle in my affairs since you're not taking my side. Don't you dare delete my posts again!"

Damian scoffed in anger. "No, I won't. Try and see if you can still post anything."

"What do you mean?"

Damian was not in the mood to elaborate. He advised, "Do you know how childish your actions are? What was that post even for? Who do you think you are, a big shot or an influential public figure? You're a nobody; nobody knows you! Did your post attract attention because of who you are? You only managed to gain all that popularity because of the celebrities! You were leeching off their popularity, thinking you could defeat Lewis this way. How naive!"

Damian's speech left Quintin frozen. His knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on his phone.

Damian was right. The popularity his post gained was nothing but a mirage. However, if he could keep it going and achieve a quantitative change, he could've induced a qualitative change!

"Do you hear me? Come back home immediately. Stop thrashing about like a kid!"

"I won't go back." Quintin had calmed down. He hung up after making his stand. Suddenly, someone shoved the broken front door-which he had yet to repair-open.