During the banquet, Samantha drank a bit too much and stood up to go to the restroom.
Just as she exited, she saw a familiar small figure standing in the corridor, looking around.
The little one appeared to be only four or five years old but possessed a face that could enchant anyone. His eyes were pitch black and bright, a small, straight nose complementing the peach-like pink lips. He seemed like a little male model straight out of a magazine.
Samantha frowned displeased and walked over.
"Alexander Miller, why are you here? Didn't I tell you and your sister to wait at home? What if something dangerous happened? Where is your sister?"
Noah's tender little face was tense, his pink lips tightly pressed into a line, showing a level of sophistication and coldness beyond his years. "Your tricks are outdated!"
Samantha didn't understand and was momentarily puzzled, "What?"
Noah said coldly, "Give up on that idea! My dad will never like a woman like you who doesn't respect herself."
After saying that, he ran away without looking back.
In the blink of an eye, the boy was gone at the corner of the corridor.
"Hmph..."
She couldn't help but laugh.
Unexpectedly, her son not only sneaked out but also scolded her for not respecting herself.
The little rascal, feeling mischievous again?
But upon second thought, something seemed off. Her son was known for being mischievous and troublesome. Usually, when he saw her, he would immediately jump into her arms, slobbering all over her face.
But today, he was all serious and mature, as if he had completely changed.
Samantha took a quick step and caught up with Noah, pulling him up into her arms."What are you doing? Quickly put me down." Noah's tiny eyebrows were tightly knitted together, his face full of vigilance.
Seeing his somewhat old-fashioned appearance, Samantha not only wasn't angry but also excitedly planted a kiss on his face. "You little brat, I love your look, so cute..."
"You...!"
Feeling inexplicably taken advantage of, Noah was about to explode in anger. Just as he was about to erupt, Samantha pressed him into her embrace. "I've finished my business. I'll go in, say hello to them, and then we'll go home together."
Noah, feeling embarrassed, blushed deeply.
As he was about to resist, suddenly, a faint fragrance filled his nostrils. He was slightly stunned, greedily taking another breath.
This scent was so familiar, so warm.
It gave him an inexplicable sense of peace and security, smoothing out his irritable emotions. He even greedily wanted to stay in her arms.
He didn't feel this way even when facing his biological mother, Suzy.
Samantha didn't notice his unusual reaction and carried him into the private room.
The people in the room, seeing her with an extra person, cast curious glances at her.
Samantha explained with a smile, "This is my son, Alexander, nicknamed Alex."
She had given birth to twins.
Her son died at birth, leaving only her and her daughter--Charlotte. By chance, she encountered the infant Alexander. For some reason, at the first sight of him, she was reminded of her deceased son, feeling a strange closeness. So, even though she was already overwhelmed at that time, she still adopted him without hesitation.
Then, she left the capital with her two children, and four years had passed.
During these four years, they relied on each other. She treated Alexander as her biological son, and Alexander believed he and Charlotte were twins, unaware of his true identity.
Listening to her introduction, everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
They couldn't believe that the twenty-something Lila had a son this big.
Ignoring their curious looks, Samantha turned to Wendy. "I need to personally meet Ellena Steele to provide a specific plan. Arrange a time for me."
Her words made Noah raise an eyebrow slightly. Why did she want to meet his aunt? What was the point?
Wendy, understanding Samantha's usual style, nodded in agreement.
After finishing the conversation, Samantha, concerned about her daughter at home, exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving.
Having had a bit too much to drink today, Samantha arranged for a designated driver.
Leaning back in the chair, she massaged her slightly throbbing temples, and like any other mother, she rambled on.
"Alex, I forgive you today. Don't run around randomly in the future. You're only four years old, and it's dangerous outside. What if you encounter a bad person? I have worked so hard to raise you this big. If something happens to you, I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Noah's deep voice interrupted her, "Why do you want to see Ellena Steele?"
Samantha, not suspecting anything, casually replied, "Ellena's wedding is in half a year. I am planning to design wedding jewelry for her. If I don't meet her in person, how can I understand her requirements?"
Noah understood, his sharp eyes fixed on Samantha's face, full of doubt.
Who was this woman?
Why did she mistake him for her son?
How could a biological mother mistake her own son?
Unless they looked extremely alike, so much so that even the closest people couldn't distinguish them.
Feeling his intense gaze and the powerful aura emanating from him, Samantha furrowed her brow in confusion. Something flashed through her mind, but the aftereffects of the alcohol were too strong. Her head felt a bit dizzy, and she couldn't capture any useful information before it disappeared.
Half an hour later, they arrived at their destination.Samantha held the small hand of Noah, walking through the small paths paved with cobblestones in the residential area.
Noah, afraid of going further, stood still, making a desperate expression, "I need to pee."
Samantha said, "Hold on, we're almost home."
Noah's little face wrinkled up, looking very uncomfortable, "No, I can't hold it."
Helpless, Samantha pointed to a restroom behind a fake mountain not far away, "There's a restroom behind the fake mountain. Go there by yourself, I'll wait here for you."
Noah nodded and ran behind the fake mountain.
Samantha waited in place for him.
One minute.
Two minutes.
...
Five minutes passed.
Noah still hadn't come out.
Samantha, fearing something happened, softly called, "Alexander?"
No response from behind the fake mountain.
Anxiety surged through her. Just as she was about to go look for him, a familiar voice came from behind, "Mommy..."
***
The next moment, a familiar figure rushed toward her, jumped into her arms, and kissed her face, "Mommy, you're finally back. I missed you so much." Samantha, a bit angry, patted his bottom, "You naughty boy, after peeing, didn't you know to come back the same way? You scared me!" After speaking, she realized something was off, puzzled, "Weren't you wearing white casual clothes just now? How did you suddenly change into white sportswear?" Alexander thought she had drunk too much, rolled his eyes, and said, "I've been wearing this outfit all along. You must be drunk. I and Charlotte made a lemonade for you upstairs. Hurry and drink some!" Samantha: "..." Really? Did she drink too much and see things wrong? Samantha shook her head vigorously, not thinking too much, and carried Alexander into the front apartment. Once they entered the apartment, Noah walked out from behind the fake mountain with a serious expression. His deep ink-black eyes stared without blinking in the direction
The surrounding temperature instantly plummeted.Even the air seemed to freeze.Ethan's gloomy gaze felt icy, sending shivers down one's spine.A chill crept up from the soles of Samantha's feet. She realized her slip of the tongue and hastily explained, "No, I didn't mean you are my son. I meant you look a lot like my son, and I suspect you might be his father..."Uh...Why did it feel like the more she explained, the more unclear it became?Where did her usual eloquence go?And unfortunately, Charlotte, oblivious to the mysterious atmosphere between them, continued to jump and cheer, "Mommy, he's Daddy! Daddy's finally back. Let's take Daddy home quickly..."Samantha immediately covered Charlotte's small mouth and gave an apologetic smile to Ethan.Ethan's stern face darkened. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, and compared to the coldness in his eyes, the smile on his face had a slightly more sinister edge.He felt like he must be crazy to be here, listening to this crazy woman
Noah locked the door, opened his laptop, and typed in the search bar, "Is there really someone in the world who looks exactly the same but has no blood relation?"The answers were varied.Some said yes, some said no, and after searching for a while, he couldn't find the answer he was looking for.Noah stared at the computer screen, lost in thought.Why did that Alexander look exactly like him?Why could he feel a sense of familiarity from Samantha that even his own birth mother couldn't provide?Could the Alexander be his real brother?Moreover, was Suzy not his real mother, but Samantha was?A series of questions lingered in his mind.It seemed that if he wanted to find the answers, he had to take matters into his own hands....Having just returned to London, Samantha was extremely busy. She not only had to organize the house and buy household items but also had to find a kindergarten for the two little ones. After a whole day of busyness, she finally selected a kindergarten and rus
Noah has not returned for a long time.Ethan glanced at his watch. It had already been fifteen minutes. Noah had once again disobeyed his orders.Ethan's face turned black as he took out his phone and dialed Noah's number. "I'm sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later," came the automated response.The air instantly solidified. Ethan's handsome face alternated between pale and dark, surrounded by a layer of cold air that sent shivers down the spine.He stood up and headed to the restroom.Meanwhile, Alexander had finished attending to his physiological needs and returned to the boutique supermarket, only to find no trace of Samantha and Charlotte.Unfazed, he calmly approached the cashier, "Hello, Miss, have you seen my mommy and sister? My mommy is very beautiful, with chestnut-colored hair, and my sister has two buns on her head, wearing a red dress."The cashier had a deep impression of Alexander and recognized him immediately. Over the years, she had nev
Ethan raised his eyes and glanced outside the car window, then slowly curled his lips.He smiled.But the smile didn't reach his eyes, giving people an eerie chill.A bad premonition emerged in Samantha's heart.Under her pleading gaze, Ethan leaned in.Samantha felt an overwhelming aura coming at her, making it hard to breathe. Various things seemed to explode in her head—nervousness, panic, and confusion.Ethan leisurely admired the colorful expressions on her face, his slender fingers gently pulling.The car door opened.Samantha: “...”Ethan's eagle-like black eyes firmly captured her. His thin lips slightly curved, and he coldly uttered two words, "Get out."Samantha's gaze crossed Ethan's body, and she saw that Justin had already walked to the front of the car, exploring the area with his eyes, looking in her direction.Her blood seemed to rush to her head. Her mind felt hot. Gripping Ethan's collar, she pulled him closer and accurately kissed Ethan's thin lips.When Justin glan
Ethan arrived at the dean's office.Nick, wearing a white coat, leaned against the back of the chair with a jade-like figure. His handsome profile, adorned with gold-rimmed glasses, exuded refinement and elegance.Seeing Ethan enter, he greeted him to sit down and then took out Noah's medical examination report from the drawer, handing it to him.Ethan's gaze fell on the diagnosis results.Stomach problems.Tendency towards depression.When he saw the stomach issue, there was no fluctuation on his face.After all, Noah had been a picky eater since childhood. If the food didn't suit his taste, he would rather go hungry. Over time, it was abnormal not to have a stomach problem.But, depression...?Ethan's handsome brows furrowed slightly, and his thin lips tightened. "How could he have depression?"Nick's expression turned serious, and he spoke with emphasis, "That's exactly why I asked you to come. Although he currently only shows a tendency towards depression, if not treated promptly,
After Noah ended the video call and walked out of the room, Samantha had just finished preparing dinner.He calmly deleted the video call record from his phone and placed it on the coffee table.Samantha invited him and Charlotte to the table to eat."Alex, the doctor said you need to take good care of your stomach, so I specially stewed some chicken soup for you. Drink more later."It was strange.She usually pampered him with delicious food and drinks.How did he end up with a severe stomach condition?Noah looked at the layer of yellow oil on the chicken soup and frowned slightly. His small eyebrows twisted into a knot, and a hint of disgust flashed deep in his eyes.He hated meat.Especially the meat of birds and animals.He always felt a strong, unpleasant odor.Just smelling that scent made him nauseous.Seeing him not moving, Samantha wondered, "Why aren't you eating? Aren't you supposed to love chicken soup the most?"Noah suppressed the urge to vomit, picked up the spoon, and
Seeing Karen's stunned expression, Samantha opened her arms and gave her a big hug."Karen, it's been so long... I missed you terribly."Karen's rigid facial expression softened instantly. She hugged Samantha tightly, pounding on her back, "You brat, you didn't contact me for four years. I thought you died out there.""Sorry..."Hearing the choked-up voice, Samantha couldn't help but feel her eyes reddening.Having been away for four years with no communication, aside from an apology, she had no idea what else to say.Karen pulled her away, cupping her face and inspecting her from head to toe. "Hmm, it's really you, exactly like I remember."Samantha, breaking into a smile through her tears, brought the two little ones from behind. "Quickly call her 'godmother.'"Noah and Charlotte obediently exclaimed, "Godmother."Karen looked at the big-eyed kids, her mouth agape. "They... they are your children?"Samantha nodded. "Yes! She is Charlotte, and He is Alexander, nicknamed Alex."Karen'