Mike, riding the moonlight back to the farm, unexpectedly saw Kenya in the manor.
"Young Master Quinn, you're back. Do you need me to call Susan to prepare dinner for you?" Uncle Kenya stepped out and asked.
It was evident that ever since they chose the profit-sharing plan, Kenya's family had become even more respectful towards Mike.
"No need, I already ate at Dennis's house," Mike said to the old man. "It's getting late, you should go back and rest too."
After seeing Kenya off, Mike took a large parcel from under the back seat of his pickup truck and walked into the manor.
Many of the gold, silver, and jewels in the parcel were stained with blood.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Mike would need to clean them at least once more before selling them.
Time moved to the next day.
Early in the morning, Kelly led her husband and a notary public staff member to Mike's farm.
"Mike, this is the contract we drafted. Take a look and see if there are any issues," Kelly generously handed over a standard contract.
This contract not only specified the transfer of two shares of the farm's ownership, but a special clause on the sub-page also stated that Dennis and his wife would provide services to the farm.
Clearly, this share transfer agreement was more like an employment contract.
Mike, after browsing the contract, smiled and said nothing more. Then, in the presence of the notary, he signed his name on the contract.
After completing the share transfer and seeing off the notary public, Mike turned to Dennis and his wife and asked, "Have you had breakfast yet? Would you like to eat something together?"
Mike, who had slept in, had just woken up and was about to enjoy his breakfast.
"Dennis was praising your food yesterday, I might as well try it..." Kelly replied with a smile, showing no signs of being reserved.
Dennis, beside her, looked as if he wanted to say something but held back, though he eventually followed Mike to the dining room.
Mushroom cream soup, vegetable wraps, stuffed sandwiches, freshly squeezed juice...
The dining table was already filled with a hearty breakfast.
As for Susan, who had cooked, she was busy washing up in the kitchen, giving the impression of being very occupied.
Mike knew yesterday that Kenya's daughter-in-law was thin-skinned. So, this time, he didn't deliberately ask her to come and eat.
"Aunt Kelly, please feel free to eat whatever you like," as the manor's owner, Mike enthusiastically greeted Kelly and her husband upon entering the dining room.
"Then I won't be polite," unlike her preoccupied husband, Kelly seemed to be in a very good mood now.
Next, the three of them enjoyed their breakfast.
"Mike, thank you for this," halfway through the meal, Dennis, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.
Through his wife's explanation last night, he roughly understood Mike's intention in giving up shares.
However, he still felt like he was taking advantage of Mike, which made Dennis's mood very complex.
After all, working at a welfare institution, he genuinely helped those in need and never thought of using his work to gain any reward.
"Uncle Dennis, we are family, aren't we?" Mike said gently.
Isn't the story of good deeds being rewarded interesting?
Moreover, Mike had indeed received a lot of care from Dennis before, so giving him some benefits within his means was nothing.
"Yes, yes, we are family."
Looking at Mike's sincere expression, Dennis seemed to have understood.
Furthermore, being middle-aged and working at a welfare institution, his meager salary made it difficult to afford their plan for having a child.
In a word, Dennis's family needed this extra income.
"How many days do you plan to stay here?" Dennis, having sorted out his thoughts, once again showed concern for Mike and said, "If you're willing, I can help you smooth things over so you can come back here for school."
The Jennifer incident had passed for a year, and with the efforts of various parties, the impact of the incident had significantly subsided.
Therefore, it was not impossible for Mike, who was implicated in the incident that year, to return to school now.
"I don't have such plans."
The Jennifer incident had only largely subsided, not completely forgotten.
At least Jennifer's family, friends, and the school students hadn't forgotten her so quickly.
At such a time, if Mike chose to return to live and study, it would inevitably stir up many unpleasant memories for people.
Being called a freak and thus isolated were all foreseeable outcomes.
Human nature can never withstand scrutiny...
Although Mike wasn't afraid of such things, there was no need to seek trouble.
"I plan to return to Medford tomorrow, so I won't specifically bid you farewell," Mike said, outlining his plans.
The high school summer vacation here was only a little over ten days, so Mike's trip was quite tight.
If he left tomorrow, Mike might still have two days to rest after returning to Medford before he had to prepare for school to start.
"Alas, it's good to go out and study," Dennis sighed.
He didn't really have a good solution for Mike's situation.
Next, Dennis and his wife again inquired about Mike's life and study status in Medford.
It wasn't until nearly noon that the two left the farm.
"Phew."
After seeing them off, Mike felt more exhausted than fighting an cannibal.
Dealing with "elders" was clearly a physically demanding task.
"Susan, please tell Uncle Kenya that he doesn't need to prepare lunch for me."
Soon after, Mike, carrying his parcel from the room, also left the manor.
The gold nuggets and silver jewelry obtained from the cannibal were at least hard currency and would not depreciate much.
However, the unmaintained jewelry and second-hand watches, among other items, had significantly depreciated.
After visiting several jewelry stores, the prices were not very ideal.
If Mike had enough time, he could have haggled with a few more stores to raise the price a bit.
But unfortunately, he was in a hurry to sell these stolen items.
So, after comparing prices, Mike chose the jewelry store with the most suitable price and sold all the second-hand jewelry he had at once.
As for the large amount of gold he possessed, the jewelry store couldn't take all of it.
Facing this situation, Mike, who disliked trouble, went directly to the bank and, at a slightly lower price, sold all the gold he had in one go.
Although this transaction resulted in a slight loss, Mike, back in his pickup truck, still had a happy smile on his face.
Because of the large volume of sales this time, Mike's bank account had an additional ninety thousand dollars.
He was now a genuine two-millionaire.
Looking at the time, it was only a little past four in the afternoon. With no other plans, Mike decided to visit the abyss altar that had swallowed Jennifer.
What was called an abyss altar was actually a waterfall, with a pool of water gathered at its base.
Perhaps due to the water flow, there used to be a large, funnel-shaped whirlpool in the center of the lake.
Driving through the desolate forest, Mike arrived at the top of the waterfall.
Looking down, there was no longer a whirlpool in the center of the lake; everything seemed quite ordinary.
"It seems the church people must have been here too..."
Mike, possessing the Demon Body, did not sense any unusual aura here. But he was certain that it wasn't like this before.
At least the whirlpool in the lake previously gave off a very ominous feeling.
It was the kind of dreadful feeling: 'When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.'
After sitting on top of the waterfall for a while, Mike, still finding no abnormalities, seemed to have put a matter to rest.
Soon after, he drove away from there and headed to the farm.