Christopher's eyes flickered. He was about to nod, but then he remembered his father's attitude towards the neighbor lady just now, so he shook his head. "She just thought I was lost."
Christopher hung his head, staring at his own toes.
He had sneaked out of the room when his aunt wasn't paying attention, hoping to try his luck downstairs.
He hadn't expected to really encounter the neighbor lady. Originally, he had planned to ask her in person whether she was his mommy and why she didn't want him.
But now that his father had appeared, he regretted it and decided to wait and see after he had met 'Christian'.
Christopher pursed his lips, feeling low-spirited.
He had originally intended to spend more time with the neighbor lady, but he hadn't expected to run into his father and ruin everything.
Dominic looked at his son's increasingly gloomy expression, his brows furrowing rather than relaxing.
Recalling what he had seen at the hotel entrance just now, he subconsciously felt that his son hadn't told the truth.
His son had never been one to lie, but he had made an exception for that woman.
What method had that woman used to charm his son?
Dominic's eyes darkened as he silently resolved to keep a closer eye on his son, ensuring that the woman wouldn't have another chance to take advantage.
After making this decision, Dominic's misfortune seemed to shift to Bianca.
Bianca was sprawled on the sofa playing games. When she heard the door, she didn't even turn around as she said, "Back already."
However, instead of hearing her nephew's childish voice, she heard her brother's deep and chilly voice.
"Bianca, having fun?"
The moment Bianca heard the voice, she almost instinctively sat up.
She ran her fingers through her hair, scanning the room where the little troublemaker were.
Sensing the tense atmosphere, she quickly put on a docile facade and replied, "It wasn't fun at all. I came here specifically to take care of Chris, to ease your troubles!"
Dominic cast a skeptical glance at her without even bothering with punctuation marks. "Your care is truly remarkable. You didn't even notice when he disappeared."
Bianca innocently blinked.
She had turned a blind eye to his antics because she was trying to get Elle's contact information.
This brat had been sneaking off? How had he managed to slip away from her this time and get caught by the big boss?
Just as Bianca was feeling frustrated, Dominic's merciless voice rang out again.
"If you don't take care of him properly next time, I'll deduct three months' pocket money!"
Bianca felt like she had been struck by lightning. Before she could protest, her brother didn't give her a chance and strode into his study.
Bianca was dumbfounded for a moment, then she reluctantly shifted her gaze to the culprit. With her hands on her hips, she demanded, "What did you do to anger Dad?"
Christopher didn't answer. He took off his mask, neatly put it away, and then sat down at the desk by the window, calmly pulling out his little backpack and starting to do his homework.
Being ignored, Bianca took a few deep breaths to calm herself.
She felt that she was too kind-hearted, which was why she was losing her position at home.
Just as Bianca's mood hit rock bottom and she was about to close the door, she saw David still standing at the door.
She grabbed David's arm in a flash and asked, "David, what just happened?"
David, who was at the bottom of the food chain, didn't even struggle and replied, "Miss Carter, just now downstairs, the young master was with a lady. It seems that the young master really likes her, but Mr. Carter seems to dislike her a lot."
Bianca was slightly stunned, then her interest was piqued.
Over the years, countless women had tried to please her brother through Chris, all of them returning in failure. This woman who seemed to have come out of nowhere had some skill.
She definitely had to get to know her better.
...
In another room,
Just after taking a shower, Alessia's new phone was delivered by the hotel staff. She sent a message to M, asking him to check information about Mr. Dalton.
It didn't take long for M to reply with the information.
After reviewing the information about Mr. Dalton, Alessia's expression darkened.
The next day, shortly after dawn, she went to Mr. Dalton's house.
When she arrived, Mr. Dalton and his family of three were preparing to leave. Their faces changed instantly upon seeing her.
Mr. Dalton forced a smile and greeted her, "Miss La Rosa, why are you here? Didn't we confirm yesterday that Daniel's situation was just a misunderstanding?"
Alessia didn't answer. She glanced at the luggage Mr. Dalton was carrying and swiftly pulled out her phone to show him the information page, handing it over to him.
Mr. Dalton hesitated for a moment before taking the phone.
After reading through all the information, his expression became even more grim.
When she felt the time was right, Alessia spoke coldly, "Mr. Dalton, let's talk."
"We have nothing to talk about. This matter has nothing to do with us."
Mr. Dalton was very defensive, blocking in front of his wife and son, afraid that Alessia would harm them.
Alessia remained calm and continued calmly, "Mr. Dalton, you must have suffered a lot over the years for your son's illness, but I can help you."
"What did you say?"
Mr. Dalton looked at her in disbelief, but his expression showed signs of wavering.
Alessia continued to speak insightfully, "Next, you should be taking the money that person gave you to the hospital, right? Over the years, you've borrowed money from every relative you could, and even resorted to borrowing from loan sharks."
"If ordinary doctors could cure Daniel's illness, it would have been cured long ago. I know the most authoritative surgeon in the country. With his help, the success rate of Daniel's surgery can reach eighty percent."
She had learned from the information last night that Daniel had congenital heart disease.
In the face of a child with defects, Mr. Dalton and his wife had once retreated.
They had left Daniel at the hospital's entrance and regretted it a week later.
As a result, Daniel had a record at the police station.
Mr. Dalton and his wife had moved to the fishing area later, so the locals had always thought that Daniel was adopted.
Alessia felt that perhaps this was the reason why the person behind the scenes had chosen Mr. Dalton.
Alessia successfully seized Mr. Dalton's weakness.
After struggling for a moment, he finally compromised, but still had some concerns.
"Miss La Rosa, can you really introduce an authoritative doctor?"
This was the tragedy of the lower class; having money but no connections made it even more difficult for them to seek medical treatment.
Alessia replied, "Of course, I can give you the contact information for Doctor Jonas, the head of the Toronto Hospital."
Doctor Jonas had been introduced to her at an international exchange meeting last year, and he had been in contact with her, wanting to invite her to work there.
Not everyone was as lucky as Mr. Dalton, whose child had been abandoned for a week and still found.
After reading through the information last night, she had already decided to lend a hand.
Mr. Dalton took the contact information without hesitation and finally opened up, revealing the whole story about Daniel.
"Miss La Rosa, to be honest, that person never showed up. We only received a call from him the day before yesterday. He said that as long as we insisted that Daniel was a foundling and let you take him away, he would give us one hundred thousand."
"We really have no way out about Daniel's illness. Whether Daniel is taken away or the promised one hundred thousand arrives immediately, for us, it's a lifeline," Mr. Dalton choked up at the end.
Alessia pursed her lips, feeling that Mr. Dalton was not lying.
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