Chapter 942

Life was simple, yet filled with happiness and warmth.

But one day, everything changed for Domenic.

That year, Domenic turned nine, just months away from celebrating his tenth birthday.

One day, his beloved aunt Rachel made an unexpected visit.

She had been in touch with his family for as long as he could remember, unlike his uncles.

He always knew he had a charming aunt but was unaware of her identity and background.

She visited often, always bringing delicious treats and fun toys, which made him adore her.

He always asked her to stay and play with him every time she visited.

Back then, it had been half a year since her last visit.

So, when he saw Rachel, he was so thrilled that he grabbed her hand and clung to her.

Rachel squatted down gently in front of him, stroked his hair, and said, “I need to talk to your parents.

Why don’t you take the new toy I brought and play in your room? I’ll join you shortly.

”

He only frowned slightly but agreed to go to his room with his new toy.

After much time had passed, the door to his room finally swung open.

At that very moment, his aunt and father stood before him.

“Domenic, it’s time to head home,” Bruce Walsh, his father, said gently, looking at him with affection.

Upon hearing this, Domenic paused and, with a blink, asked, “Go home? Isn’t this my home?”

Rachel exchanged a glance with Domenic’s father and offered a smile.

“Silly boy, we are going to your real family, the Walshes’ family home!” She moved closer to Domenic, patted his head, and beamed at him.

Only at that moment did Domenic realize his origins were far from ordinary.

His father was the designated successor to the most prominent company in Morcastle, making him the distinguished and remarkable grandson of the Walsh family.

Filled with excitement, Domenic quickly gathered his belongings, eager to reunite with his other family members.

He discovered he had a grandfather and three uncles.

He wondered if they were as caring as his aunt, spoiling him with tasty treats and entertaining toys.

Back then, he innocently believed this to be true.

Soon after, he was holding hands with his parents as they stepped into his aunt’s Luxurious car.

It was his first encounter with such a lavish vehicle.

He gazed around with wide-eyed wonder, curious about everything inside.

Lucy Walsh, his mother, wrapped her arms around him tightly.

Her voice was so soft and soothing that it put others at ease.

“Domenic, stay still.

We’re almost there.

”

The car then rolled towards a grand manor nestled on a hill.

Domenic gazed out the window at the breathtaking landscape and was utterly amazed.