Chapter 420 Harassment
Elder Gibson was almost eighty…
Given his reputation and status, seeking a partner would have been as easy as pie. Why would he bother
risking his reputation?
Melanie was curious and shocked at the same time.
“How beautiful is this old lady who called the police?”
“I’m not too sure. I didn’t see her myself. Whatever I know was told to me by the police. I even asked Elder Gibson, but he refused to tell me anything. He even insisted on finding her again the moment he gets
released!”
Cyrus’s assistant was at his wits end.
Melanie felt the same way. “Master is just so stubborn. Don’t panic, I’ll head over and we’ll talk more.”
By the time she arrived at the police station, Elder Gibson’s assistant had bailed him out. Upon seeing how stubborn he remained, the police dared not release him until his next–of–kin arrived, for fear that he might
harass the old lady again.
Melanie explained that Elder Gibson had no children and his other relatives were all abroad, leaving her, his disciple, as his only kin in the country. The police then told Melanie what they just told the assistant.
Melanie promised she would certainly talk Cyrus out of doing what he did again.
After she reassured the police, Cyrus regained his freedom. Melanie and his assistant each held onto one of his arms as they led him out of the police station. He even turned back to glare indignantly at the policemen.
Melanie glanced at the assistant to stop him from saying anything further at such a critical time. The two of them brought Cyrus back to his hotel room in Harbor City, where he finally calmed down after a pot of tea.
Melanie asked, “Master, what exactly is going on? Tell me, was what the old lady said when she called the
police true or not?”
“Those policemen have too much time on their hands! I simply spotted an acquaintance, and wanted to chat further with her. How is that sexual harassment?” Cyrus sputtered, agitated.
Melanie didn’t quite understand. “Who’s that acquaintance?”
“An acquaintance that I haven’t met for decades!” Elder Gibson roared before standing up to leave. He laid on
his bed in a huff, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.
His assistant whispered into Melanie’s ears, “From what the police and Elder Gibson just said… Did Elder
Gibson bump into his first lover?”
“Isn’t Yelena York his first lover?” Melanie asked.
“Yelena died so many years ago…” The assistant shook his head. “What’s more, Elder Gibson is so advanced in years. Yelena York might be his greatest love, but that doesn’t mean she must be his first, does it?”
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Melanie nodded in agreement after pondering for a moment. “What you said might be possible.”
“What should we do now?”
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The assistant glanced inside the room. Cyrus’s heart wasn’t in a good condition, and getting overly agitated
would probably be detrimental to his health.
“Let’s change tack.”
Melanie crooked her finger at the assistant.
“Master is an anxious man, and we can’t push him too hard. We’ve sort of figured out what happened.
Basically, Master wanted to reminisce about the past with an old lady who wasn’t so willing, and even
thought he was harassing her. In that case, why don’t we first help Master unravel the knot in his heart?”
“What knot? How do we unravel it?” the assistant asked, perplexed.
“Find a way to let him and that old lady sit down calmly and have a chat,” Melanie suggested. “Master isn’t a
hooligan who’ll cling onto another woman and refuse to let go, after all. I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding
between them.”
“Alright, we’ll do as you say,” the assistant said with a nod.
The next day, Melanie went looking for Cyrus with his book, Super Simple Fragrance Blending, in hand.
The assistant opened the door for her, and whispered, “Elder Gibson closed himself up in his bedroom the
whole night, refusing to let anyone in.”
Melanie nodded. She would enter, even if he refused to let her in. She pushed the bedroom door open and
paused for a moment, finding it hard to take a further step in.
The floor was covered in scrunched up balls of paper. She could even see scribbles in some of them. It looked just like a picture of an inventor who had run out of ideas…
She picked up a few pieces, and realized that they were all letters of varying lengths. Some of them only had a few words written on them, while some were written halfway. The words in all of them looked like they were scribbled hastily…
It seemed as though Elder Gibson really cared about the feelings of the recipient of the letter, which was why he was putting so much effort in choosing his words.
In his letters, he brought up multiple memories and even expressed his regrets. Although he didn’t specifically mention what happened, Melanie could feel his deep love for the recipient, who was probably the old lady who called the police.
