I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World - Chapter 441
Chapter 441: Chapter 297: Death by Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder 2
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Harrison Clark didn’t blame him and laughed, taking a swig. With his current constitution, any amount of alcohol was nothing. After thanking Harrison Clark, Fat Man turned to thank Samantha, and someone suggested a toast between the two.
Fat Man agreed.
But then someone said that Samantha had juice in her hand, not wine, so it didn’t count.
Harrison Clark’s heart skipped a beat, wanting to stop, but the already tipsy Fat Man insisted.
He gathered spirit and waved his hand manly, “No, that’s not acceptable! My wife can’t drink now!”
As he said this, Fat Man’s hand gently rested on Samantha’s lower abdomen, his face beaming with happiness.
Samantha shyly lowered her head, looking at the big white hand on her waist and gently placed her left hand on the back of Fat Man’s hand.
She glanced sideways at Fat Man.
Their eyes met, filled with a thick, inseparable sweetness.
The light pouring on them is like cascading light, both romantic and heartwarming.
Julia Lambert took the lead, urging, “Kiss!”
Leah Clark and others followed suit, even Avril Green joined in the atmosphere, waving and shouting.
Everyone laughed and envied.
Only two people remained silent.
One was Harrison Clark, who stood quietly watching the scene, and the other was Carrie Thomas, whose eyes were on Harrison Clark.
Harrison Clark didn’t want it this way; he wanted to join in the atmosphere, but he couldn’t.
His thoughts wandered as the scene reminded him of many events and thoughts.
While everyone else was immersed in joy, he felt envy.
He recalled his daughter who struggled endlessly in time but could never be born.
His grandfather had been particularly concerned about this before he passed away but was ultimately disappointed.
Even though his grandfather quickly changed the subject, Harrison Clark still saw the loss in his eyes.
As for this life, Harrison Clark knew very well that his genetic level was too high, and he and Carrie Thomas theoretically could not have offspring. Twenty-first-century Carrie Thomas lacked thirty-first-century gene awakening.
Even Nora Camp, who had nearly reached the 35% limit and had an unusual brain structure as the future top commander, had a one in ten-thousand chance of success.
Multiple timelines in the future involved billions of large-scale pairings but selected only Nora Camp.
Carrie Thomas from the twenty-first century had no chance at an outcome with him.
But Fat Man could; Samantha’s unborn child would be passed down from generation to generation, inevitably leading to extraordinary descendants like Martha Owen.
Fat Man was truly lucky. Whether it was his way of being born, clinging to big thighs, or how he had children, it was all exceptional.
Fat Man lived an easy and comfortable life, carefree and unrestrained.
Even when he messed with the Whale Group in those two timelines, he didn’t receive much blame and lived happily.
After receiving his “care,” he could do what he loved, marry the person he loved, and have outstanding offspring.
It was the perfect life.
But Harrison Clark, when looking back at himself, could only think of his youthful experiences, now having the Golden Finger and unending money, a higher social status than Fat Man, yet he was unhappy.
Harrison Clark knew where the problem lay.
As long as a person’s money can satisfy basic demands, happiness has nothing to do with money, power, or status.
It’s just that most people’s demands happen to be money, power, status, and beauty, so people mistakenly think they can be satisfied if they get them.
But this concept is fundamentally wrong.
Satisfaction is only related to whether the person can meet their inner needs. The simpler the requirements, the easier it is to reach the end of the dream.
Harrison Clark’s demands were too big, too difficult to satisfy, so his heart was always empty, restless, and unsettled.
He sighed secretly, resignedly spreading his hands.
He whispered to himself, “So I really don’t want to be a savior. How great it would be if I could go back to my old self. Sigh.”
He felt helpless about the situation, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.
Harrison Clark could reverse the future, but he could not change his 21st-century experiences and mindset.
Carrie Thomas silently reached out and grasped the sleeve of his shirt without a sound.
Her fingers were forceful, her nails slightly pale.
Avril Green, who had been pretending to blend into the crowd, glanced timidly at them but quickly looked away.
Avril Green shouted even louder, “Kiss!”
Ward Owen and Samantha finally gave each other a light peck, a suitable scene for young and old.
Harrison Clark turned away and walked to the other side of the pond.
The early summer night was not cold.
Today was the lunar 30th, and no stars or moon could be seen in the sky, all shrouded in darkness and gray. Even the drifting clouds were hard to see.
Only a few dim lights were reflected in the lake.
Harrison Clark took his hands out of his pockets, leaning on the railing by the
lake, staring blankly at the shadow in the water.
You’ve always had something on your mind, and it’s not as simple as a nightmare.”
Carrie Thomas said softly beside him.
Harrison Clark nodded, “Yes, you see through me.”
“Why can’t you say it? You should have faith in us; maybe we can help share the burden.”
Carrie Thomas mustered up her courage and said it..
