Chapter 493

When George Clark heard they were leaving, he hurried over cheerfully. His daughter Lily was in the provincial capital and could travel with Ryan Wallace and his wife. Though Old Man Wallace was as stubborn as a mule, Ryan was Luna White's brother-in-law. Rumor had it Lily's rented storefront actually belonged to Luna's sister—that was quite the connection.

Ryan efficiently purchased five train tickets.

The group boarded the train in high spirits.

Old Man Wallace, experiencing his first train ride, kept glancing around while pretending to be worldly. It was downright comical.

Old Mrs. Wallace, however, knew the drill. She lay down on her bunk and dozed off immediately.

This infuriated her husband. Couldn't she have given him a heads-up? Now he was too embarrassed to ask questions. He'd assumed trains were like buses—you sat all the way to the destination. Who knew you could sleep lying down?

His shock only grew when Ryan returned with hot water. What else did this train have?

The old man's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his stomach, face turning crimson.

He needed the restroom but couldn't find it anywhere. His wife had slipped out earlier, acting mysterious when questioned.

Pacing the aisle anxiously, he caught Ryan's attention. "Dad, what are you looking for?"

Food and drinks were already on the table.

From the middle bunk, George and Clara Clark paused their sightseeing to watch.

The old man stammered, "When's the next stop? I need to... relieve myself..."

Ryan chuckled. "Dad, trains have toilets. No need to wait." He helped his father up.

George quickly turned back to the window, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

Mrs. Wallace burst out laughing.

Mortified, the old man followed his son, discovering a clean metal stall—far nicer than their outhouse at home.

Once they left, the compartment erupted in amusement.

Wiping tears, Mrs. Wallace said, "That old fool—too proud for his own good."

George grinned. "If not for your guidance, we'd be the ones embarrassed."

Clara marveled, "This train is so advanced. I heard there's even a dining car."

George recalled the stuffy military transports from his youth—nothing like this.

When the old man returned to everyone's poorly hidden grins, he glared. This promised to be an eventful journey.