Chapter 1358 Gilbert and Marigold (33)
As he was deep in thought, the door to the meeting room opened. He looked over instinctively.
Gilbert, who was in a navy suit, walked into the meeting room. His gaze was calm, and he looked at Octavius emotionlessly. He sat on the couch, then finally glared at him. "What are you here for?" he said in an unpleasant tone. That was to be expected. He didn't feel very warmly toward the Bradshaws.
Octavius snapped back to reality. He looked at the total stranger of a son before him, suddenly at a loss for words. He no longer saw that child on Gilbert's face. He was a stranger, an intimidating one at that. He took a deep breath and said, "I... You know that I am your father, don't you?"
If he could investigate Gilbert, Gilbert could investigate him, too.
Gilbert didn't answer. He asked, "I don't care who you are. Why are you here?"
Octavius paled, not expecting Gilbert to be this rude. "Son, you truly wandered off and got lost back then. Your mother and I have tried to find you all these years. You can't blame us for that!" Gilbert sneered, saying nothing.
"On top of that, you were already six or seven years old when you got lost. You should have remembered us. Why didn't you try to find us?" According to Octavius' logic, even if Gilbert was kidnapped and had no way of escape, he should have had the power to find them when he grew older. But he didn't. If Esther hadn't found him, they might never have known that their son was in Bardoff City and had grown to be so brilliant.
Gilbert was nonchalant at first. But when he heard Octavius' words, he grew bewildered. "You're saying I was six or seven when I got lost?"
"That's right. I even got you to memorize our phone numbers. Logically speaking, you would have contacted us the moment you could." Octavius just couldn't understand why Gilbert had never reached out to them all these years.
Gilbert frowned. He sensed that something was amiss.
He had no memories before the age of seven. His memories only began with Jenny's grandfather picking him up.
He desperately searched for his memories, but he remembered nothing at all. In fact, a sting of pain shot through his brain, and he paled instantly.
Octavius held him up quickly. He was worried. "Are you trying to remember? It's okay if you don't. As long as you know that both your parents love you very much, and we were very upset when we lost you. We're very happy to have found you and want you to come home to us. That's your real home!"
Gilbert felt disgusted by Octavius' touch. He pushed him away. "I will not go back with you."
"Son..."
"I am not your son," Gilbert interrupted. He was extremely cold. "No matter whose fault it was, I've already been away from the Bradshaws for so long. I don't need parents anymore."
So what if Octavius was telling the truth? Gilbert didn't care.
"Gilbert, the Bradshaws are stronger than you think. Even if you don't want to claim us, are you really going to let go of all that property?" Octavius had surveyed Gilbert before, and he knew that he was strong. It wasn't easy developing his company to this extent alone.
But even then, Hawthorn Inc could not compare to Bradshaw Operations.
He felt that as long as Gilbert was smart, he would not forfeit the chance to inherit Bradshaw Operations.