"Mom, I want to go back in a few days."
After returning to the hotel, Carl Clark said this.
"Why?"
Emilia Clarke asked curiously.
"I just want to stay in Milan for a few more days. It looks interesting here," Carl said.
Emilia smiled, nodded, and agreed.
She had already heard that Carl had gone out with Paolo and the others that afternoon.
It seemed he was quite interested in his brothers.
Only children were actually not that common in the United Kingdom, though there were more of them in Carl's generation. When Emilia and the others had been young, there had not been so many.
The main reason was still economic.
People all over the world weren't having children because they were fucking broke.
Of course, there were still people who had lots of children despite having no money, but they remained a minority.
The United Kingdom's economy mainly relied on a low exchange rate to draw wealthy people from around the world to London. That increased London's wealth, but tax revenue did not rise significantly.
Britons had been complaining for more than a decade that their wages had not gone up.
They had to pay protection money to Daddy America, while also sharing the consequences of the Americans' money-printing machine. Things were not looking good anywhere in the world.
"Did you have fun today?"
Emilia asked, ruffling her son's hair.
Carl brushed her hand away and complained, "I'm already an adult. You can't do that."
"Fine, Carl. Did you have fun with your brothers today?"
"It was okay. That Paolo is really childish."
Carl curled his lip.
Fortunately, he had come up with a way to prepare in advance and let the stray dogs draw their attention. Otherwise, Paolo Borromeo would definitely have been in trouble today.
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