Christian quietly pushed open the door of the Carter family's mansion. He hadn't stepped into the living room yet when a pair of silver high heels blocked his path.
Christian raised his little face and saw the 'female scammer' he had met at the hotel standing in front of him.
His lively eyes flickered, but the scammer spoke first.
"Christopher, you ran away again, didn't you? So this is your real reason for asking me to return to the old mansion. If it weren't for you, my three months' allowance would have been deducted. I'll fight you if it's because of you."
Bianca was furious. She had rushed back from the bar.
Fortunately, she was clever enough to have Aunt Leah keep an eye on this brat in advance.
Christian's dark grape-like eyes turned as he speculated on Bianca's identity.
Wasn't the scammer at the hotel trying to kidnap him but mistook him for someone else?
Christian's eyes twinkled. Could she really be...
"Auntie...?" Christian tentatively uttered the word.
"Huh! Now you know to call me auntie. Even if you call me boss, I'll still tell your dad about tonight's events!" Bianca sneered coldly, determined to teach her nephew a lesson this time. She wouldn't bully him just because of his physical condition.
Indeed, she was his aunt! Although this aunt didn't seem very clever, she was still family.
Christian was moved. Thinking about how he had tricked his aunt at the hotel, he felt a bit embarrassed as he poked his pinky finger.
But Christian's guilt only lasted for a second. Soon, his eyes were teary, and he rushed over to hug Bianca's legs.
"Auntie, I'm sorry."
Bianca froze, unsure of how to react to her nephew's sudden warmth.
Her nephew had always been stubborn and had never apologized to anyone before. Suddenly being so affectionate towards her, could he have been possessed by someone?
Bianca glanced at the clothes her nephew was wearing.
No mistake, they were his clothes.
Bianca's gaze swept over the mask on her nephew's face again. Perhaps the face behind the mask wasn't her nephew's after all...
Just then, there was another movement at the door, and in walked Dominic, who had just arrived home.
As soon as he entered, Dominic saw his son holding his sister's legs and couldn't help but be stunned.
His son had always been attentive to etiquette, every movement as precise as if measured with a ruler.
But now, he is holding onto someone's legs...
"Brother, you're back." When Bianca saw Dominic's expression, her body instinctively tensed, and she sweetly called him brother.
Brother?
Christian, upon hearing this address, suddenly became excited, turning his head eagerly.
Just then, Bianca took the opportunity to pull down the mask on Christian's face.
With no mask to conceal his face, Christian's entire face was revealed.
Bianca stared at the face, identical to her nephew's, and was completely dumbfounded.
It really was Christopher, not a replacement.
But this brat suddenly becoming so obedient was really unusual.
Dominic furrowed his brows. Before he could figure out what his sister and son were up to, his sister spoke up.
"Brother, do you have a illegitimate child outside?"
Christian, who had been carefully observing Dominic, was momentarily stunned, then protested with a pout, "Auntie, how can you accuse Dad like that?"
Nonsense.
Clearly, he and his brother were born openly and aboveboard to their mom!
Dominic narrowed his eyes dangerously, his voice low and indiscernible of his mood, but sending a chill down the spine, "Bianca, no allowance for three months."
Bianca was scared and quickly covered her mouth with both hands.
It was her fault, her fault, for speaking out of turn.
With her brother's personality, there might be men all over the world who could have illegitimate children, but definitely not him.
Bianca let go of her hands and acted dumb.
"Haha, I might have had a bit too much to drink tonight. Aunt Leah, I'm so sleepy, can you help me?"
Bianca turned and leaned against Aunt Leah, slipping away quickly.
Christian chuckled to himself.
But, was this really dad?
Christian turned his gaze back to Dominic.
Christian looked at Dominic with curiosity, his eyes shining brighter and brighter.
Dad really looked like what his brother said, just like him and his brother, and dad was so tall.
Christian walked over and hugged Dominic's long legs, rubbing against them like a little kitten, coquettishly saying, "Dad, I miss you so much."
Dominic was stunned, and when he lowered his head, he saw his son's delicate face full of longing, his black grape-like eyes containing a hint of aggrieved tears.
As if they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
They had only separated in the morning, when did his son become so attached to him.
A faint thought flashed across Dominic's resolute face, but soon he relaxed. His son finally wanted to express his emotions, which was a good sign.
Dominic softened his facial features slightly, "I also miss you, Chris."
"Really? Then, hug me." Christian opened his little arms.
Dominic hesitated for a moment, then lifted Christian into his arms.
Christian nestled in Dominic's arms, quickly going from overcast to cloudy, his smile brightening, "Dad, your arms are really as comfortable as I imagined. Can I sleep with you tonight? I want you to tell me a story."
Dominic was taken aback.
When his son was little, he used to take care of him, but as he grew older and because of his autism, they gradually slept in separate rooms, and it had been a long time since he had told him a story.
Perhaps taking his son out for a breath of fresh air had worked, it seemed that in the future, he could take his son along on activities.
The next morning, Christian lay in bed, still not fully awake, when his phone vibrated.
Christian, with one eye half-open, saw that it was a text message from Christopher.
[Don't wear a skirt!]
Christian immediately woke up, secretly raising his head, only to find that his father was no longer in the room.
He climbed out of bed and mischievously replied with a message: [Thanks for your hard work, bro.]
In another building,
Christopher stood woodenly in front of the mirror, like a soulless puppet, allowing Eleanor to arrange his skirt and put on a wig for him.
He kept his eyes down, unwilling to look at the mirror, but his delicate ears were already flushed red.
"Alright, you can look now!"
Finally, Eleanor finished dressing him up and spoke up.
Christopher slowly raised his eyes, and when he saw the exquisitely dressed little girl in the mirror, even his lips tightened even more.
Unfortunately, Eleanor was still there, encouraging him, "Chris, take a few steps."
Take a few steps?
Christopher hesitated, then met Eleanor's innocent and clear eyes.
This was his sister's first request...
Christopher's face stiffened, and with a sigh of relief, he summoned up the courage to take a step forward.
...
Over there,
Dominic, dressed in a black designer suit, had just reached the door of the room when he saw his son rolling happily on the bed.
It seemed like his son's condition had really improved.
Dominic was slightly startled, his facial features softening even more. Riley had already been contacted and, after Riley checked on Chris, he would be truly reassured.
"Dad!"
When Christian spotted Dominic, he immediately rushed over like he had grown wings.
Dominic reached out his long arms and embraced his son, asking, "I'm going to attend a charity event today, do you want to come with me?"
"Of course! Where is the event?" Christian's slender and white little hand grasped Dominic's shoulder as he leaned against him, tilting his head with lively eyes.
He had been wondering how to match his dad and mom, and now the opportunity was presented to him.
Dominic's eyes deepened, and he said, "At the Happy Home Welfare Institute."
Since its establishment, the Carter family had always been involved in charity, but they used to focus more on sponsoring impoverished children in mountainous areas and caring for the disabled.
The sponsorship of the welfare institute started after they found Christopher.
During the long period when Christopher was missing, he had always wondered what would happen if Christopher wasn't lucky enough to be found by him and ended up in an orphanage.
Suddenly, he wanted to help those homeless orphans as much as he could.
Christian's eyes flickered as he quietly remembered the name 'Happy Home.'
Christian watched Dominic leave the room, then quickly climbed out of bed.
His eyes flickered, and his small hands quickly tapped on his phone, searching for all the relevant information about the charity event.
Screenshot, send.
Christian finished all this and lay on the bed, shaking his little feet, waiting for a response.
But a few seconds later, the phone vibrated again.
Christian opened the message, which simply read: [Got it!]
Christopher turned off his phone, went downstairs, and immediately saw his mother and sister having breakfast in the dining room.
Christopher's obsidian eyes flashed with a hint of contemplation. He took out his phone, brought up the page about the charity event at the welfare institute, and walked over with his short legs, placing the phone with the screen lit up in front of Eleanor.
Eleanor glanced at it casually and was indeed attracted.
"This event looks lively."
"Yeah." Christopher casually asked, "It's a charity event, accidentally popped up as an ad, do you want to go?"
Eleanor hesitated for a moment and hadn't spoken yet when Christopher turned to Alessia and spoke up, "Mommy, can we go to this event today?"
Alessia's gaze fell on the phone screen, and her almond eyes flashed with a cold light.
The ad popping up like this was too coincidental.
However, Christian was also a hacker genius. If his phone had been invaded, it would have been impossible for him not to notice at all.
If the charity event was promoted so extensively, perhaps it was a real advertisement.
Alessia closed her eyes in contemplation. Wherever Dominic was, she couldn't bring Christian and Eleanor.
Alessia took a sip of milk and spoke gently.
"Christian, I happen to be going to the Happy Home today, but I have important things to do and can't take you and Eleanor with me.. But I will donate on your behalf."
Christopher's eyes flashed, their goal was to get mommy to go to the Happy Home.
As long as mommy went, their goal would be achieved.
Moreover, even if he didn't go, he could find a way to follow along.
The highly intelligent Christopher quickly came up with a plan and nodded, "Okay, Mommy."
"Good boy!" Alessia peeled an apple and rewarded Christopher by putting it in his plate.
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