Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: Inquiring About His Father

"What possessed you to call my uncle and tell him we were in Capria? I’m going to get my butt beaten black and blue when we get back! So what if you have to eat a little pepper?!" Jim Thorne yelled self-righteously.

Aston Marsh glanced at Goldie Thorne, tears and snot streaming down his face. The corner of Aston’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t try to stop them. He just ate his peanuts, sipped his drink, and watched the uncle-nephew pair torment each other.

Goldie Thorne’s tongue was so numb from the spice that he could barely speak, slurring and stuttering, "If... if I’d known you were lying to your mom and dad, would I have brought a little rascal like you out here? When we get back, your butt is getting tanned, but mine... mine won’t be! SSSS... This spice is killing me! I’m gonna kill you, you little brat!"

"Would I have been able to come if I hadn’t lied? Even you could figure that out!"

"You get back here!"

"Not a chance! Catch me if you can!"

...

The uncle and nephew chased each other around the room, raising a ruckus for quite a while. Goldie Thorne couldn’t even lay a finger on Jim Thorne, and he ended up panting and covered in sweat. It was Aston Marsh who finally talked them down. Goldie Thorne seized the opportunity to gracefully back out of the situation, shooting Jim a fierce glare before sitting down to drink with Aston.

Aston Marsh and Goldie Thorne were both in high spirits. As the saying goes, "When drinking with a true friend, a thousand cups are not enough." They polished off two bottles of liquor. Aston Marsh could hold his liquor well and was only slightly buzzed, but Goldie Thorne was completely plastered. He was slurring his words, and not long after he lay down on the bed, he started snoring.

"What a great time. I’m heading off now. You two should get to bed early. Go take a look around the city tomorrow; it’s not every day you get to visit!"

Aston Marsh staggered as he walked, so Adrian Hawthorne steadied him and helped him back to his room. Besides, Adrian had a favor to ask him.

Back in the room, Aston Marsh splashed some cold water on his face, which sobered him up considerably. He smiled at Adrian Hawthorne and waved him away. "Go on, get some sleep."

"Uncle Aston, I need your help finding someone," Adrian Hawthorne said directly.

"Who?"

Surprise flickered in Aston Marsh’s eyes. He didn’t agree right away.

"My father. His name is Ethan Hawthorne. He’s around your age. I’m not sure exactly where he lives, but I’m certain he hasn’t left Zylos Province."

Adrian Hawthorne gave a general description of his father’s appearance, then added the most crucial piece of information. "My father’s business must be doing pretty well. He sourced a lot of goods from that ’Madman’ guy—cloth, radios, and even televisions and tape recorders."

"So you and your father were separated?"

Adrian Hawthorne nodded. "We lost contact four years ago. I heard some news about him today at Madman’s place. I’m hoping you can help me find him, Uncle Aston."

"Alright," Aston Marsh agreed readily. "I’ll ask around. As long as your father hasn’t left the province, we’ll definitely find him. How should I contact you if I get any news?"

His admiration for Adrian Hawthorne grew. ’To think that a child, only seven or eight years old when he lost his father’s support four years ago, could take such good care of himself and his mother. He’s incredibly capable. My two foolish sons are no match for him at all.’

"If you get any news, please send a telegram. The address is..."

Adrian Hawthorne wrote down the address on Millstone Peak for Aston Marsh.

"Don’t you worry. I have friends all over the place; I should be able to find something out," Aston Marsh said, patting Adrian Hawthorne’s shoulder. "You just wait at home for my good news." ’This kid has really been through a lot,’ he thought.

"Thank you, Uncle Aston!"

Adrian Hawthorne gave a sincere bow. He never forgot anyone who helped him, and he was determined to repay them one day.

"What are you thanking me for? Get up, get up!"

Aston Marsh helped Adrian Hawthorne to his feet, sighing to himself. ’This boy isn’t like a child at all. He’s so capable it’s heartbreaking. If only I had a son as sensible as him.’