Chapter 1007
Alexander had meticulously copied books since childhood, and Father Ben had preserved them all.
There were a total of six large boxes. Each year's copied books were kept together.
On top of each stack, Father Ben had handwritten the year.
Alexander picked up the thin three volumes from the year he first came to the church.
As he opened them, he saw the uneven and distorted handwriting.
By the time he reached the third book, the handwriting had noticeably improved.
Father Ben had left a note on the last page: [Father Alexander is a good child, steady and determined, progressing rapidly.]
Alexander's fingertips gently brushed over the words' good child.'
In these ten years, did Father Ben still think he was a good child?
Outside, the rain gradually stopped, and it was getting dark.
Stella kept glancing back from time to time. She now had some understanding of Alexander; if she went in, he probably wouldn't allow himself to lose control of his emotions. So she decided not to go in.
She waited outside for him to calm down. But it was taking too long.
Just as she was thinking this, the door creaked open. Alexander walked out. He looked a bit tired but didn't seem to have cried.
"Father Alexander! If you don't come out soon, Mrs. Beaumont will starve!" Mason stood up, pointing at Stella's stomach. "Her stomach has been growling!"
"Yours is growling too, isn't it?" Stella retorted.
A hint of a smile appeared on Alexander's face. "Sorry, I got lost in thought and didn't notice the time. The church cafeteria is probably closed by now. I'll take you out to eat."
"I won't go." Mason waved his hand. "I'll go check on Liam."
"What will you eat?" Stella asked.
"Liam will give me something. You two go quickly, or the restaurants outside will close too," Mason said, giving Stella a gentle push toward Alexander.
"Alright then." Stella knew Mason was also worried about Liam.
After parting ways with Mason, Stella took Alexander's hand.
"So cold," she said, clasping his hand with both of hers.
"It's okay," Alexander reassured her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Have you been exhausted these past few days?"
"Not really; I haven't done as much as Mason," Stella replied.
Alexander's thumb gently caressed the back of Stella's hand.
"Before Father Ben left, Liam came to see me," he said, looking at Stella.
"What?" Stella's eyes widened. "What did he say?"
Alexander said, "Liam suggested that we adopt Mason."
"Adopt?" Stella's eyes grew even wider.
"Yes." Alexander nodded. "I respect your wishes. If you want, we can bring him home. If not, don't feel pressured."
Stella looked away, holding Alexander's hand as they walked forward. After several steps, she said, "You know, I grew up in a very strange family. I'm not sure if I can be a good mother."
Stella was well aware of the inherent selfishness in human nature.
Raising one's own child was one thing, but raising a child without a blood relationship required more love and patience to be a good mother.
"Besides," Stella looked at Alexander and said, "you adults are discussing this, but has anyone asked Mason what he thinks?"
These past few days, whenever Stella saw Mason, he was always following Liam, his eyes filled with concern as he watched him.
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