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He came with Mrs. Foster to propose marriage. Apparently, our grandfathers had once jokingly arranged a marriage between their children over drinks. No one expected Mrs. Foster to take it seriously.
The atmosphere was awkward. Lucas, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly stood up and walked towards the backyard. Aunt Lisa quickly told me to follow him and take care of him.
At first, I didn’t know he had autism. I just thought this young heir was being rude. It was late spring, and the roses in the garden were in full bloom, Lucas took out a sketchpad from his backpack as if by magic and started drawing intently.
Not wanting to disturb him, I stood behind him, watching silently. Without exaggeration, Lucas was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He had perfect bone structure and skin as fair as jade. His deep, soul–stirring eyes exuded an air of nobility.
Just as I was secretly marveling at the lottery of birth, things took a sudden turn. Lucas seemed dissatisfied with his drawing and crumpled the paper in frustration. I wanted to comfort him, but he suddenly reached out and gripped a thorny rose stem tightly.
Blood immediately started flowing, but he didn’t seem to feel any pain. Instead, he tilted his head, looking thoughtful.
“Let go! Quick, let go!” I panicked like an ant on a hot pan. Young Mr. Foster was an important guest, and I didn’t know what trouble it would cause Uncle Jack if he got hurt under my watch
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I called out loudly, but he had no reaction. Left with no choice, I reached out to pull his arm. The moment I touched his sleeve, he suddenly became enraged and pushed me to the ground.
I was terrified. His expression was so frightening that I thought he might hit me. But he didn’t. He just turned back to continue drawing.
Mrs. Foster heard the commotion and hurried over. She seemed used to such incidents and quickly left with her son.
After they left, Emma burst into tears. “I don’t want to get married! I want to go to England! If you force me, I’ll kill myself!”
Uncle Jack was heartbroken but also helpless. Most of the family’s business relied on the Fosters. Offending Mrs. Foster would have unthinkable consequences.
Aunt Lisa comforted her daughter while secretly glancing at me. “The Thompsons don’t just have one daughter. Why do you keep focusing on Emma?”
Emma nodded vigorously. “That’s right, let Aria marry him. You’ve raised her for so many years, it can’t be for nothing.”
“What are you saying? Lucas is autistic. How could I push Aria into such a difficult situation?” Uncle Jack protested.
“So you’d rather push your own daughter into the fire…” Aunt Lisa retorted.
