"This won't work!" Alessia refused; she still needed to stay here to find her son.
She knew Dominic was domineering, but she hadn't expected him to be this domineering. It seemed the conversation couldn't continue like this.
Alessia straightened her body, ignoring Dominic's restraint, and pushed his hand away.
Dominic's gaze turned cold, and he grabbed Alessia's wrist in return.
Unexpectedly, Alessia was just playing a distraction. A cunning gleam flashed in her eyes as she swiftly kneed him, aiming for his most vulnerable spot.
Dominic was about to be injured, but at a critical moment, a coldness flickered in his eyes. He suddenly sidestepped and grabbed Alessia's knee that was causing trouble.
With her knee grabbed, Alessia could only use her strength to push upward. However, her move was still evaded by Dominic.
Both sides were evenly matched, and after several moves, neither had gained the upper hand.
"So intense! I bet Mommy will win."
Outside the document room, sunlight slanted down.
Taking advantage of the shade of the lush trees, three little ones lined up in a row, peeking inside through the open window.
Squatting at the end of the line, Christian exclaimed excitedly, breaking the silence, "Mommy, go for it!"
Eleanor, who was in the middle, also waved her little arms in encouragement.
As a mommy's fan, they had to cheer for Mommy anytime and anywhere.
Christopher's face tightened as he looked back at his excited siblings, feeling at a loss for words.
Christopher cleared his throat, his young face serious, "We didn't come here to watch Mommy and Daddy fight."
Christian and Eleanor, who were enjoying the scene, froze simultaneously.
After a moment of stunned silence, Christian, who was usually witty, scratched his head and then expressed himself with a variety of expressions.
"Brother, it's okay. I heard that when a couple lives together, it's like the east wind overpowering the west wind. Whoever wins gets to call the shots. Besides, when I watch documentaries about animals, lions and tigers have to fight before mating!"
Christopher's face flickered with deep thought.
How could Mommy and Daddy be compared to wild animals?
He instinctively felt that his younger brother's logic didn't hold up, but for some reason, he couldn't find words to refute it.
"Although I really miss Daddy and like Daddy, I still want Mommy to beat Daddy. Go, Mommy!"
Here, the pure Mommy's fan Eleanor waved her little arms again in support.
Christopher rubbed his forehead with his small hand, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. He had to compromise and turn his head first.
As the three little ones were engrossed, a pair of high heels suddenly appeared in front of them.
The three little ones followed the high heels upward and saw the pretty yet somewhat angry face of Bianca.
The three little ones all changed their expressions.
Oh no, they're going to be caught!
Christopher, who was squatting in the front, reacted first and stood up with a swish.
As the eldest, his intelligence was also the highest, and he quickly found a way to deal with it.
Christopher pulled Eleanor to his side and took off the mask on his face, introducing coolly, "Aunt, this is Elle."
Bianca's gaze was indeed drawn by the two little ones in front of her.
As for the one behind, the child who looked exactly like her nephew, she instinctively didn't pay much attention.
Children of the same age, dressed the same, it was normal for them to look alike.
Eleanor had learned about Bianca's identity through a video in the small utility room.
At this moment, she cooperated tacitly, showing her white teeth and waving her little hand obediently, "Aunt, hello."
Bianca liked Eleanor at first sight.
The little girl was smart and spoke softly, like a delicate doll.
No wonder the little brat had shaken her off as soon as he arrived at the welfare institute.
"Elle, you're so well behave, unlike certain people."
Bianca reached out and touched Eleanor's soft face, her words carrying some implications.
Such reproach from Bianca was neither here nor there for Christopher.
His wise eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance as he looked towards the document room.
"Aunt, Daddy is fighting with someone."
Nonsense.
Bianca instinctively didn't believe it. How could her brother, who was so noble and domineering, be fighting with someone? He was more likely to beat someone unilaterally.
Bianca sneered inwardly, but still instinctively looked towards the document room.
As soon as she looked, she was stunned.
Through the window, she clearly saw her brother fighting with the widow she despised.
The widow threw a fierce punch at her brother's face, but he dodged and threw her against the wall.
The widow then bit at her brother's neck.
This is intolerable!
Bianca's eyebrows rose, and she turned and left.
Christopher calmly watched his aunt's receding figure, almost without any hesitation, he grabbed his sister's soft hand and turned to leave.
Standing at the entrance of the archive room, Bianca pushed open the iron door in front of her with force.
As the iron door swung open, she was once again surprised by the scene before her.
She saw her usually domineering brother being pinned down by someone, with a hint of redness in his eyes, and several buttons on his shirt were undone, while his hands were also pinned to the ground.
Further down, one of her brother's long legs was firmly locked around the slender waist of a woman, forming a posture of mutual restraint.
Pure yet suggestive.
Those who knew thought they were fighting, while those who didn't might think they were flirting.
Bianca's cheeks flushed, and she swallowed hard.
Dominic and Alessia, lying on the ground, were also stunned when Bianca suddenly burst in.
They had been fighting for a while, neither gaining the upper hand.
In the moment when the iron door had sounded, Dominic had lost focus.
Taking advantage of this distraction, Alessia had found an opening, yet she still hadn't managed to defeat Dominic.
She had finally managed to bring him down to the ground, only to find that the despicable man had locked her waist, leaving her unable to move.
"Let go of my brother, don't take advantage of him." Bianca reacted and stamped her foot.
Dominic's face twitched a few times.
Alessia pursed her lips.
At this point, the fight couldn't continue, but both of them tacitly refused to let go.
Just then, a fourth person entered the archive room.
"Alessia, Mr. Carter, what... what are you doing?"
Entering the room, Julia looked at the scene in astonishment.
In her impression, Alessia was a very well-behaved girl, and although Mr. Carter always wore a cold face, he had always supported the orphanage, also a kind-hearted person.
Two outstanding individuals, yet they were rolling on the ground like children, it was simply unbelievable.
As soon as Alessia noticed Julia, she released her grip.
Seeing Alessia move, Dominic calmly released the long leg that was still locked around Alessia's waist.
They both stood up one after the other, straightening out their clothes.
No one spoke, but their expressions were almost synchronized.
Expressionless, with a strong aura, they pretended as if nothing had happened just now.
Bianca watched in a daze and suddenly felt that the two of them looked like a married couple.
As soon as this thought arose, she slapped her forehead and muttered to herself, thinking she must be out of her mind.
How could a widow possibly match her brother?
"Dom..."
Bianca was about to speak, but when Dominic cast a glance at her, she instinctively shut her mouth.
Dominic calmly adjusted his clothes, without saying a word, he walked out of the archive room with a cold face.
Bianca stood at the door with a head full of questions. She glanced at Dominic's back, then at Alessia, who showed no emotions whatsoever.
In the end, Bianca decided to follow Dominic.
Julia stood in the archive room, equally puzzled.
She watched as Alessia calmly removed the headband, tidied up her messy hair with her fingers, and tied it up into a ponytail.
Julia suddenly smiled with relief.
Alessia's eyes remained cold as she looked at her, puzzled.
Julia seemed to reminisce about the past, looking at her affectionately as she explained.
"Alessia, I've never seen you so disheveled before. You've always been smart since you were a child, never troubling anyone no matter what you did."
"Like when you were little, just learning to dress yourself. Other children would cry and make a fuss if they couldn't dress themselves, seeking help with their cuteness, but you silently tinkered away until you dressed yourself. Even if you fell or got hurt, you never cried or complained, just applied medicine by yourself."
"Although you're obedient, I still prefer seeing you like you were just now, showing emotions, being able to vent."
At this point, Julia became emotional, cheering her on, "Mr. Carter is a good man. If you like him, you should seize the opportunity."
Alessia's face remained expressionless, but her heart was already stirred. However, when she heard the last sentence, she was slightly stunned.
Alessia spoke, "Director Julia, Mr. Carter is already married."
"Married? How come I heard he doesn't even have a girlfriend?" Julia was puzzled.
He already had a son, how could he not have a girlfriend? It could only mean that the despicable man was good at keeping secrets.
Alessia's eyes cooled, she didn't want to discuss Dominic's matters anymore. She had just said that Dominic was married to prevent Director Julia from associating her with Dominic.
Dominic had left just like that, probably not wanting anyone to know about their past marriage.
Which suited her just fine.
Alessia spoke again, "Director Julia, I still have some questions about my adoption that I'd like to ask you."
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