Chapter 138

I scoffed, realizing that even within esteemed families, self-interest was paramount. Sadly, that was just human nature. "They're still keeping these old clothes?" I noticed Steven's ill-fitting and faded outfit from his homeless days still hanging on the rack. After bringing him home and cleaning him up, I found it odd that the Lincolns hadn't thrown away his dirty clothes. "These clothes are cherished by Mr. Lincoln and are off-limits to anyone," Ewan intervened, preventing me from touching them. I was curious why Steven treasured these worn-out and oversized clothes. "Have you seen this boy before?" My thoughts returned to the photo. I pointed to a timid-looking boy standing behind Steven. "That's Simeon Kent. He was another genius boy at the Double Stars Welfare Home who shook the city of Huma back then," Ewan sighed as he looked at the photo. After a short silence, he continued, "Sadly, he died in the fire at the orphanage that year. Mr. Lincoln would've died too, but he m