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.
âHow beautiful is this old lady who called the police?â
âIâm not too sure. I didnât 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!â
Cyrusâs assistant was at his wits end.
Melanie felt the same way. âMaster is just so stubborn. Donât panic, Iâll head over and weâll talk more.â
By the time she arrived at the police station, Elder Gibsonâs assistant had bailed him out. Upon seeing how stubborn he remained, the police dared not release him until his nextâofâkin 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, âMaster, what exactly is going on? Tell me, was what the old lady said when she called the police true or not?â
âThose 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?â Cyrus sputtered, agitated.
Melanie didnât quite understand. âWhoâs that acquaintance?â
âAn acquaintance that I havenât met for decades!â 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 Melanieâs ears, âFrom what the police and Elder Gibson just said... Did Elder Gibson bump into his first lover?â
âIsnât Yelena York his first lover?â Melanie asked.
âYelena died so many years ago...â The assistant shook his head. âWhatâs more, Elder Gibson is so advanced in years. Yelena York might be his greatest love, but that doesnât mean she must be his first, does it?â
1/2 Melanie nodded in agreement after pondering for a moment. âWhat you said might be possible.â
âWhat should we do now?â
+15 BONOS The assistant glanced inside the room. Cyrusâs heart wasnât in a good condition, and getting overly agitated would probably be detrimental to his health.
âLetâs change tack.â
Melanie crooked her finger at the assistant.
âMaster is an anxious man, and we canât push him too hard. Weâve sort of figured out what happened.
Basically, Master wanted to reminisce about the past with an old lady who wasnât so willing, and even thought he was harassing her. In that case, why donât we first help Master unravel the knot in his heart?â
âWhat knot? How do we unravel it?â the assistant asked, perplexed.
âFind a way to let him and that old lady sit down calmly and have a chat,â Melanie suggested. âMaster isnât a hooligan whoâll cling onto another woman and refuse to let go, after all. Iâm sure itâs just a misunderstanding between them.â
âAlright, weâll do as you say,â 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, âElder Gibson closed himself up in his bedroom the whole night, refusing to let anyone in.â
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 didnât specifically mention what happened, Melanie could feel his deep love for the recipient, who was probably the old lady who called the police.