hapter 91 The Art of Shamelessness
Chapter 91 The Art of Shamelessness
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By the following week, just like Louis had said, it was time to move to a new rental. As they waited for the moving truck to arrive, Aiden couldn’t stop chattering.
“Uncle, does this mean I’ll finally have a room all to myself? I want a bookshelf, and the bed doesn’t need to be big—just enough to sleep on!”
“You will,” Louis replied without looking up from his phone. His answers were always brief and to the point.
Aiden didn’t mind at all. Now that he could see his dream of having his own room coming true, how could he not be excited? “Yes! I knew you were the best! Freya, we’re moving into a bigger house! Aren’t you excited?”
“Of course I’m excited,” Freya said with a smile. But truth be told, she didn’t feel much of anything. It wasn’t like the house belonged to her anyway, so whether it was big or small didn’t matter all that much. Growing up, she’d always lived in a two- bedroom apartment as an only child. Her parents had subtly pampered her from a young age. She never went without love, never knew what it meant to lack money, and she’d never been particularly ambitious, so she had no strong craving for material things.
Freya was the classic example of someone who never seemed rich on the outside but had actually lived a quietly happy life all along. If she were being honest, she actually thought smaller homes were cozier and easier to manage.
But coziness was one thing–reality was another. It wasn’t like Aiden could keep sharing a room with Louis forever, right?
“I’m super excited too! I’m gonna make money and buy tons of books! This place doesn’t even have a proper study. I’ve been holding it in for ages.”
That was Aiden’s real complaint. The current apartment was too small to fit anything. Since it was a rental, Louis hadn’t given him his own study like he used to in their old villa. Left with nothing to do, he’d been stuck watching kiddie cartoons. He was dying of boredom.
“But haven’t you been watching cartoons all this time? I thought you liked them,” Freya asked, surprised–she hadn’t noticed any signs of frustration from him before.
“I only watched them because I had nothing better to do. Those cartoons are so childish! I don’t even like them. But the kids at school do. Uncle said that no matter how smart you are, if you’re not in a position of power, you shouldn’t distance yourself too much from the group. Otherwise, when trouble comes, you’ll be the first one they push out.”
Whoa. Of course he’s a big boss. He’s already teaching this kind of strategy to a grade–schooler? Freya was dumbfounded. When she was Aiden’s age, she’d been a clueless little sweetheart. She didn’t figure this stuff out until high school.
“What else have I said?” Louis glanced at Aiden, voice cool as ever.
Aiden immediately straightened up, as if someone had yanked his collar. “Ah–you also said that I should treat everything that happens as if it’s supposed to happen. I shouldn’t look down on my classmates just because I’m smarter. Even if I think they’re dumb, I should pretend they’re not. I should brainwash myself into believing they’re all great.”
If she’d had tea in her mouth, Freya was pretty sure she would’ve spat it all over the floor. Good grief. A little kid in elementary school getting drilled in mind games like this? When she was that age, she’d been a total marshmallow.
“Read,” Louis said, pulling a book out of a packed box and handing it to Aiden.
Aiden obediently took it, didn’t even glance at the cover, and flipped it open. Freya leaned over to take a peek.
The title on the cover? Thick Black Theory.
