Chapter 138 The Hidden Truth

"Please line up and enter the store in an orderly manner to make purchases!" Gwen held a megaphone and stood outside the store with her hands on her hips to maintain order. Ye Yan )

"If you are suspected of cutting in line, you will be disqualified from entering the store to make purchases. Please don't be lucky, thank you!"

The crowd, which was originally a bit messy, gradually became orderly after Gwen called out a few students who wanted to cut in line.

In the dessert shop, Harry was in charge of the cashier, Peter was in charge of packaging, and Su Heng was in charge of continuing to make desserts in the bakery.

There was an endless stream of customers in the dessert shop, coming and going for a full three hours, until Su Heng put up a sold-out sign, and the store began to slowly quiet down.

"I didn't expect it to be so tiring." Harry sat on the ground with a tired look, his hands were so weak that he couldn't use any strength at all.

Although he was from a wealthy family, it was the first time that Harry, who was in charge of the cashier, counted money in the true sense until his hands cramped.

Peter, who was standing by, was so tired that he didn't want to talk at all. Although Peter was flexible, he kept mechanically repeating the task of packing, which was a bit overwhelming for him.

"No way, the business seems to be particularly good today." Gwen put the loudspeaker at the front desk, picked up the water cup and began to pour water into his mouth frantically.

Obviously, maintaining order is not an easy job.

"Thank you for your hard work." Su Heng put two packaged desserts in front of Peter and Harry, and said to them with a smile.

"Thanks to your help, otherwise Gwen and I would be too busy today."

"This is your dessert."

"Thank you, manager!" Peter and Harry saw the desserts handed over by Su Heng, and they immediately cheered up and took the desserts from Su Heng's hands.

After all, this is the income from their labor, which is more memorable than the desserts bought with money.

Peter couldn't wait to let Uncle Ben and Aunt May see the gratified expression on his face after he took the desserts back.

"In addition to desserts, there is this." Su Heng took out two envelopes from his arms.

"What is this?" Peter and Harry took the envelopes in confusion. After opening the envelopes, they found that there were two hundred-dollar bills inside.

"Manager, this..." Peter wanted to refuse, but he saw Su Heng waving his hand.

"This is what you earned from your labor." Su Heng walked into the counter and said to Peter: "I am not so rich as to pay you for this afternoon's wages with just two desserts."

"Don't worry, take it. Your treatment is the same as Gwen's. It is a dividend given by the total amount of desserts sold today."

"Take it, Peter." Gwen put down the water cup in her hand and waved her fist at Peter and Harry: "We can't let the evil capitalists take all the sweetness alone. What should be ours must be ours!"

"Then, I'll take it." Peter looked at Su Heng and Gwen's gestures and finally took the envelope.

"Thank you, Mr. Manager."

Harry put his envelope into his arms after Peter accepted it.

This money may be a good income for Peter, but for Harry, it is better than nothing.

As for whether to accept it or not, it depends on Peter's intention. If Peter does not accept it, Harry will also hand over the money; if Peter accepts it, then Harry will also accept it.

This choice will at least not make Peter feel embarrassed.

"Since the desserts and remuneration have been given to you, you can go home." Su Heng saw that Peter was eager to go home, waved his hand and said to the two: "The rest of the game will be left to Gwen and me, you can go home first."

"Ah? Should I stay?" Gwen's face fell.

"What else?" Su Heng pointed to the mess in the customer area: "You can't leave me alone to clean the store."

"But I also want to go home and rest. I'm obviously keeping order outside and my voice is almost hoarse." Gwen muttered.

"It's just that my voice is hoarse. I won't need it to clean later." Su Heng said mercilessly.

"Besides, cleaning is your job."

"Tsk, damn it, you only know how to squeeze people!" Gwen pouted, but her body was still very honest and ran to the utility room to pick up the broom.

"Do you need my help?" Peter looked at Gwen's reluctant expression and asked her.

"No." Gwen took the broom in her hand and turned it around: "It's enough for me and the manager to clean the store. Since you have something to do, you should go back first."

"Okay." Peter saw that Gwen said so, so he could only nod his head. After saying goodbye to Su Heng again, he walked out of the dessert shop with Harry.

"This dessert is for you."

Outside the dessert shop, Harry handed the dessert in his hand to Peter.

"Harry, don't you want it?" Peter took the dessert in his hand with a look of surprise.

Harry shook his head: "Such a large dessert, I can't finish it by myself."

"Mr. Norman still can't eat now?" Peter looked at Harry with some concern.

"You can eat it, but my father doesn't eat dessert much anyway"

Harry sighed softly.

A few days ago, Norman suddenly fainted in the office and was sent to the hospital by Professor Connors for emergency treatment.

After Professor Connors relayed what the hospital doctor said, Norman had worked too hard recently and needed a good rest.

But Norman seemed to be obsessed with his work. He would go back to the company and continue working even though he was taking nutrient solution.

It took Professor Connors and Harry a long time of persuasion before Norman agreed to work from home.

After a period of rest, Norman's health gradually improved.

But for some reason, Harry always felt as if his father and Professor Connors were hiding something from him.

"But didn't Mr. Norman eat all the desserts you brought back last time?"

Peter's confusion brought Harry back to his senses.

Peter placed the dessert that Harry had handed over to him again in his hand.

"Perhaps eating something sweet will make Mr. Norman feel better."

"Yeah" Harry nodded silently.

"Cough cough cough!" In the Osborne Manor, the thin Norman covered his mouth and coughed feebly.

Every cough seemed to use up all the strength in Norman's body.

"Hoo ho!" Norman, who finally stopped coughing, breathed heavily, and tremblingly threw the handkerchief, which was already stained with blood, into the trash can.

"Time seems really running out."

Norman lay on the sofa and stretched out his trembling hands.

In his blurred vision, his hands were so thin that only skin and bones remained.

This is the disease caused by familial genetic diseases.

I think back then, Norman looked at his grandfather like this. His father was seriously ill and then passed away painfully from the illness.

I didn’t expect that time would fly by so quickly. Will I soon follow in their footsteps?

Norman's head was tilted back on the sofa, but a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth at this moment.

But in the end, he still won.

This genetic disease will no longer bother Harry.

Norman felt the discomfort in his body and murmured softly.

"Let this evil source of illness end in me."

Click——

"Father?"

At this moment, the door was opened from the outside, and Harry's shout came from the door.

Norman sat up from the sofa and quickly reached out to cover the lid of the trash can. Then he stood up and smiled at Harry who had walked into the living room.

"Are you back?" Norman looked at the dessert in Harry's hand and asked clearly: "So when you came back so late today, did you and Peter go to buy discount desserts from the store manager's shop again? ?”

"No, I paid for this dessert today with my labor." Harry placed the dessert on the coffee table and told Norman about helping Peter in the dessert shop today.

Norman looked at Harry's satisfied smile during the conversation and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "You have grown up."

"Huh?" Harry was stunned and asked Norman, "Father, what are you talking about."

"It's nothing." Norman shook his head, looked at the desserts on the table, and said with a smile: "You may not feel anything, but this is the first time you have been rewarded for your labor."

"It seems, that's really the case." Harry then reacted: "I just said that I feel that my mood is indeed a little different."

"Then I wonder if I will be lucky enough to taste the dessert cake that Mr. Harry earned with the fruits of his labor today?" Norman joked towards Harry.

"If I remember correctly, don't you rarely eat desserts?" Harry was a little confused.

"People always have to learn to change, right?" Norman smiled: "Besides, this dessert is indeed delicious."

"Since you want to eat it." Harry opened the dessert box in a hurry, but accidentally dropped the knife and fork outside the box to the ground.

The knives and forks given by Su Heng did not have a packaging bag, but were a set of pure wooden knives and forks, so they would easily accumulate dust after being dropped on the ground.

"I'll go to the kitchen and get another knife and fork." Harry said awkwardly, looking at the knife and fork that fell to the floor.

"It's better for me to go." Norman shook his head: "If you say it, it would be better to continue unpacking this dessert cake."

"Okay." Harry sat on the sofa and continued to compete with the cake packaging.

Norman looked at Harry's appearance, shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

"Finally untied." Harry looked at the package that he had completely opened, and regretfully picked up the knife and fork on the ground, turned around and threw it into the trash can.

"This is" But the moment Harry opened the trash can, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Harry looked into the trash can. A handkerchief stained with blood was inside the trash can.

"Harry, what's the size of that dessert cake? Do you need me to get a bigger cake knife?"

Norman's voice came from the kitchen.

"It doesn't need to be too big, Father." Harry came back to his senses, glanced at the cake on the table, and quickly responded to Norman: "This cake is just enough for the two of us."

"Is that so?" Norman nodded and began to look for a cake knife in the cupboard.

Harry, on the other hand, gently closed the trash can and returned it to its original position.

The knife and fork that had been thrown on the ground were placed on the table by Harry.

When Norman brought the knife and fork from home, Harry was squatting on the ground, staring at the dessert cake on the table in a daze.

"As a souvenir, you can cut this cake." Norman handed the cake knife to Harry.

"Okay." Harry took the cake knife, cut the cake on the table into two, and put the two cakes of the same size into the tray.

"Father." Harry handed the cake to Norman.

"Well." Norman took the cake and inserted the fork in his hand into the cake.

Harry looked at Norman who was tasting the cake carefully, but he was thinking about the bloody handkerchief he found in the trash can just now.

Under all kinds of worries, the cake in his hand, which should have been very delicious, became tasteless at this moment.

"Harry?" Norman looked at Harry, who had only taken a small bite of the cake, in confusion, and waved his hand in front of him: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Harry shook his head reluctantly: "Maybe it's the sequelae of work. I don't know what's going on now, but I feel a little tired."

"You're not bad." Norman smiled: "In addition to a dessert, the manager also gave you two hundred dollars each."

"You know, when I made my first pot of gold, it wasn't as easy as you. Not only did I make a lot of money, but I also got desserts."

"You and Peter are good friends, you should know that for an ordinary working-class worker, these two hundred dollars can support their family for several days."

"Yeah," Harry nodded absent-mindedly, and finally couldn't eat the cake in his hand.

"Sorry, father." Harry put the cake on the table and said to Norman apologetically, "I feel like I'm a little tired."

"Then go to bed early." Norman smiled and nodded as if he understood: "My suggestion is that you may experience this kind of thing a few more times and accumulate more valuable experience."

"Yeah." Harry nodded, got up and walked into the room.

After arriving at his room, Harry closed the door of his room and took out his mobile phone with a heavy heart.

When he saw the blood-stained handkerchief in the trash can, he already had a very bad premonition in his heart.

And for some reason, Harry always felt that his father was a little too kind recently.

So kind that he even had time to chat with him about family matters and reminisce about the past.

This is completely different from the father before