Eleanor turned her head and saw a woman standing under a big tree, waving at her.
Eleanor didn't approach but asked cautiously, "Who are you? How do you know my name?"
Sisca was wearing a uniform from X's inn, with a black mask covering half of her face. She gently said, "Of course, I know your name because your brother told me. He asked me to bring you to him!"
Eleanor's name was something she had learned after spying all night.
Eleanor blinked her pretty eyes and asked, tilting her head, "Auntie, did my brother only ask you to call me? Is the place where my brother is very mysterious and beautiful? Is he planning to surprise me?"
"Yes, the place is mysterious and beautiful, and he wants to surprise you. Hurry, come with me, or you'll be late."
Sisca nodded, her tone becoming softer.
She had thought it would take some effort to deceive Eleanor, but she hadn't expected this little girl to be so easily fooled. Before she could even explain, Eleanor had already provided all the reasons for her.
Alessia was so difficult to deal with, but she had raised a daughter as dumb as a donkey.
Sisca felt confident that she could take Eleanor away. She reached out to her.
Eleanor obediently took a step forward towards Sisca, but after just two steps, she suddenly turned around and quickly ran back. She shouted, "Auntie, wait, I'll go back and change my clothes, and I'll be right back."
When the incident happened, Sisca suddenly realized that she had been fooled by a little brat.
It was her mistake. How could the daughter raised by someone as detestable as Alessia not be detestable herself?
A hint of fierceness flashed in Sisca's eyes.
She had been waiting all night, and her purpose in following them up the mountain was to get rid of Eleanor first.
From her observations, Dominic cared the most about Eleanor, and she appeared to be the weakest among the three children.
Getting rid of Eleanor would surely cause a conflict between Dominic and Alessia. More importantly, it would make Alessia suffer.
It was killing two birds with one stone, the best solution at the moment.
She had already observed that there were no cameras on the lawn, and she had cleverly sent away the duty manager, who wouldn't be back for a while.
Now that she finally had the chance, how could she give up?
Sisca turned her gaze, filled with determination to catch up with Eleanor.
Eleanor had fetal poisoning and was usually weak due to lack of exercise; she couldn't run as fast as Sisca.
Soon, Sisca caught up with her.
"Where are you running to?" Sisca tightly grasped Eleanor's hand, her eyes flashing like venomous snakes.
Eleanor, pale-faced, struggled, "Auntie, let me go. I won't run anymore. I'm just feeling a bit unwell. I'll go with you to see my brother."
"Little brat, do you think I'll believe you?" Sisca sneered, took out a handkerchief she had prepared earlier from her pocket, and covered Eleanor's mouth and nose.
Eleanor soon stopped struggling and collapsed to the ground.
Sisca quickly picked her up and held her in her arms.
Inn.
The landlady pulled up the surveillance footage and quickly found a video of a little boy in a red tracksuit, supporting a woman in a blue dress, entering the inn and going upstairs to the third-floor room.
However, the woman being supported by Christian wasn't clearly visible as her hair was covering most of her face.
"Bro, Christian is indeed here," Bianca sighed in relief, turning to say.
Dominic's facial expression softened slightly.
The landlady stood up immediately upon hearing this and said, "Let me take you upstairs."
She was also afraid that the woman in the video was a human trafficker who would bring trouble by abducting someone's child and bringing them back to the inn.
In the third-floor room of the inn.
Christian carefully helped the woman sit on the sofa, and as soon as she leaned back, she closed her eyes.
With this movement, her whole face was revealed.
Although there were signs of aging on her face, her skin was still fair, not very beautiful but giving off a gentle feeling.
Most importantly, she bore a resemblance to Ava Ramirez.
"Grandma, are you having a bad headache? Shall I pour you a glass of water?" Christian scanned the room and hurried to the table, standing on tiptoe to pour a glass of water.
He quickly handed the water to the woman.
"Grandma, drink some water!"
The woman didn't move, so Christian half-knelt on the sofa, holding the woman's head and feeding her some water.
After drinking the water, the woman's eyes moved slightly, and she struggled to open them.
Christian's worried eyes suddenly brightened.
After the bonfire dance, he saw this grandma looking pale and uncomfortable.
For some reason, seeing the grandma in distress made him very uncomfortable.
So he supported the grandma. He wanted to ask for help from the people around, or find his aunt or dad, but the grandma kept moving forward, and he couldn't free his hands, so he had to follow.
He knew that what he was doing would worry his dad and the others, but he couldn't care about that now.
He couldn't watch this grandma get into trouble!
And whenever he thought the grandma might get into trouble, he felt sad and his nose felt sour.
"Grandma, are you feeling better?" Christian reached out his small hand and gently patted her back.
"Much better, thank you!" The woman looked at Christian's face and spoke after a while.
Christian smiled sweetly, handed the water glass to the woman, got off the sofa.
"Grandma, you're not feeling well. Why are you staying alone in the inn? It's not safe, and you don't even have your phone with you." Christian scanned the room and said worriedly.
After drinking the water and resting for a while, Evelyn Harrington's headache eased slightly.
She looked at Christian's chubby little face and felt a special warmth.
However, she really didn't want to talk about herself, so she asked, "Little friend, what about you? It's so late, and you're going home with a stranger, aren't you afraid of meeting bad people?"
Christian proudly clenched his little fist and said proudly, "I'm not afraid. I have great martial arts skills. I can fight three people at once!"
"Pfft!" Evelyn couldn't help but laugh at Christian's words.
Christian stared at Evelyn's face and blinked, "Grandma, you look so beautiful when you smile!"
Smile?
Upon hearing Christian's words, Evelyn subconsciously touched her own face.
How long had it been since she had genuinely smiled?
Especially in the first month leading up to her daughter's death anniversary, she just wanted to hide away alone, not seeing anyone. But now, this sudden little boy who had barged in made her feel warm. He made her realize clearly that she still had the capacity for joy.
"What's your name?" Evelyn asked.
"I'm Christian La Rosa, Grandma." Christian said, holding Evelyn's hand. He said in a childish voice, "Grandma, I really like you. Please take care of yourself. But I have to go back now, otherwise Mom and Dad will definitely worry about me. But Grandma, we can exchange contact number?"
"Okay." Evelyn agreed without thinking, but after agreeing, she realized that she didn't have her phone with her temporarily.
Every time she hid away, she wouldn't carry her phone with her.
Christian's black obsidian eyes moved, and he took a piece of paper and pen from the table, wrote down his contact information, and said considerately. "Grandma, I also didn't bring my phone since I rushed out, but I can leave you my contact number. When you have time, you can text me."
"Okay!" Evelyn took the convenience paper, silently memorized the number.
Just then, there was a knock on the door!
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