A Ruling Passion – Chapter 1874

Aristotle rejected Jackson’s offer to lift his suitcases for him. “It’s fine, I can do it myself. Really, it’s only packed with gifts for all of you, and they are hardly heavy. By the way, Pa West? You haven’t changed a bit, look like you just leaped out of my last memory of seeing you. Where’s Aunt Tiffany and Cindy?”

Jackson silently conceded that, as the child had now aged into a full-fledged grown-up, he should not insist on helping him with things he could rightly do by himself. “Well, they are waiting for you right inside,” he said instead. “Look at you! You’re home now. And Lil’ P is coming home soon, too... God, by next month, the three of you are officially reunited once more.”

Aristotle smiled wordlessly and sauntered into the villa’s interior.

It was but a split second, yet as Jackson stared at the young man’s back, his eyes saw Mark Tremont instead. Aristotle had too much of his father in him, and it was especially evident when one looked at him from behind. Jackson even wondered if Aristotle was sculpted from the very same mold used for his old friend.

Tiffany’s eyes reddened the moment Aristotle fell into her line of sight. “Oh my God! Aww, honey, get over here, would you? Let your Aunt Tiffany take a good look at chu’!” she gushed. “Gosh, you’re thinner than I remember, aren’t you?”