Chapter 1150:

But the next moment, the figure darted away, disappearing without a trace. Elyse frantically whipped her head around, scanning her surroundings for any sign of him. “Let’s take a look around the nearby area,” she told the horse. With another neigh, the miniature horse galloped off, leading Elyse in her pursuit. However, despite a sweeping exploration of the ranch, they came up empty-handed. On their way back, they met Edward, who was also returning from his ride.

Edward couldn’t help but laugh at the almost comical sight of Elyse trotting around on her miniature horse.

After George drifted off to sleep, he found himself face-to-face with Rickey once more. He stood in a lush, green field, surrounded by a riot of blooming flowers, while butterflies danced through the air. In the distance, a gentle stream babbled, and the sky stretched above him, brilliant blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. George gazed around for what felt like ages before Rickey finally materialized in front of him.

Adjusting his glasses, George fixed Rickey with a stern glare. “What are you doing here? I told you to live peacefully and stop stirring up trouble, but you never listen.” In this dream, George appeared as his younger self, full of life. He was dressed sharply in a shirt and a mustard-colored vest, his posture straight and brimming with energy.

Rickey gave a faint smile. “George, I need a favor from you.”

Impatience flickered across George’s face. “You’re dead, Rickey! And even in my dream years, you still want something from me? Can’t you let me rest?”

Rickey chuckled softly. “I’d like you to tell my daughter, Elyse, the story between her mother and me.”

George raised an eyebrow. “The love story between you and Jazmine? Why?”

“Because we never had the chance to share it with her,” Rickey’s smile faded, his tone heavy.

George furrowed his brow. “What good will it do for her to hear that?”

“She doesn’t understand it,” Rickey admitted, his voice tinged with regret. “It was our job to show her, but Jazmine and I—well, we missed our chance. So, I’m asking you, old friend, to step in for us.”

George crossed his arms, giving Rickey a sidelong glance. “And those two men are tailing your daughter. Which one do you prefer?”

Rickey shrugged. “Whoever she loves, we’ll love.”

George scoffed. “What kind of father are you? No standards? Aren’t you worried she’ll pick the wrong guy?”

Rickey smiled. “The only thing we can do as her parents is support her, no matter her choice.”

George let out a deep sigh. “I guess you’ve got a point. You’ve been gone for so long. What more can you do now?”

Before he could get another word in, the world around them began to unravel. The flowers wilted, the sky dimmed, and everything started to vanish. Rickey smiled gently at George. “It’s time to wake up, buddy.” . . .