Chapter 242 He Really Is Here

The soup was scalding hot, and Charles let out a sharp yelp of pain. "Are you blind? Do you want to burn me alive?" he shouted. "I'm sorry! Let me wipe it off for you." The server pulled out a dirty rag from his uniform and began to wipe Charles' pants. "Get away from me! What are you wiping me with? Is this how your restaurant serves its customers?" The other middle-aged man quickly came over to ask Charles if he was okay. Then, he pointed at the server and demanded, "Go get your manager!" The server kept his head lowered as he apologized. Helena tilted her head and looked at the server, who was wearing a mask. Something about him seemed familiar. She whispered to Whitney, "Look at him. Doesn't he look like Matthew?" Whitney couldn't see the server's face from her angle. But after hearing Helena's question, she studied the server's physique and hairstyle, which looked exactly like Matthew's. She also noticed the watch on his wrist—the one she had given him for his birthday la