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Before Eleanor even got up, she received a message from Bianca.
[Elle, don't forget our appointment, okay!]"
Eleanor, still half-asleep, glanced at the message and yawned, then tapped on the phone screen: [Auntie, I won't miss it.]
After sending the message, Eleanor crawled back and lay down beside Alessia again.
Although Eleanor's movements were small, they still caused Alessia, who was lightly sleeping, to open her eyes.
She gently touched her daughter's soft belly and asked, "Who did you message?"
Eleanor, with her eyes closed, snuggled in Alessia's arms and replied in a muffled voice, "A friend."
It should be from Chris, the new friend she made, and it seems like they've made up.
Her daughter is obedient, so she's always reassured.
Alessia's gaze softened as she turned her head and saw her so
Inside the commercial building. Christopher and Eleanor asked Mrs. Cate to buy drinks and then left the amusement center. Outside the coffee shop on the fourth floor. Using two potted plants as cover, the two kids peered through the glass door, observing the scene inside. Inside the shop, Christian and Bianca had already arrived and were sitting face to face. Christian winked playfully from a distance. He had received the message and was keeping an eye on the outside. Christopher nodded in acknowledgment of the location received and then turned to Eleanor to give instructions seriously. "Elle, when you go in later, give Auntie the membership card, and then try to mention Mommy more in front of Auntie to deepen her admiration for Mommy." After saying this, Christopher pointed behi
"Miss La Rosa, the little Miss and Master are missing." After making the call, Alessia met up with the two kids at the mall and then arrived at the amusement center. There, she encountered Mrs. Cate, who looked flustered. Alessia frowned and glanced at the drinks Mrs. Cate had just bought, and she quickly understood what had happened. This kind of situation is usually Chris' usual trick. He must have deliberately taken Mrs. Cate away and sneaked out to play. "Let's first search inside the mall. If that doesn't work, we'll check the surveillance at the service center. You start from the first floor and I'll start from the seventh floor." In the coffee shop, Bianca looked at the booth where a little girl, dressed the same as Eleanor, hid her face under a hat, and frowned. Suddenly, she remembered the time she had encountered Elle and ‘Chris’ at the
Alessia dangerously narrowed her eyes. Sisca seemed to have had enough of the drama and glanced at the time, "Alright, Mr. Marcus, I have other matters to attend to. You can discuss it slowly, and when you're done, feel free to call me." With that, she looked at Dylan provocatively, "Dylan, it seems like your judgment of people isn't good. A problem that could be solved with just one action, she insists on pushing you onto a dead-end road." "Shut up." Dylan was infuriated, his veins bulging, ready to strike, but was stopped by Marcus in the end. Sisca breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Dylan being restrained, covering her chest, and said softly, "Dylan, you’re still so impulsive, it seems you haven't suffered enough yet. Mr. Marcus, your job as a manager is truly difficult." Having taken enough advantage with her words, Sisca turned and left.
Dominic's face was etched with sharpness, looking down on Alessia with disdain. A momentary daze flashed across Alessia's cool and beautiful face. "Isn't Sisca your wife?" "Who told you that, or are you just pretending to care?" Dominic took a step forward with his long legs, his disdain deepening in his black eyes. Huh... He used the wrong words. This woman wasn't jealous; she was playing a game of cat and mouse with him. He mentioned Dylan, and she latched onto Sisca. Alessia took a step back, her brows furrowing. Sisca wasn't Mrs. Carter! That man wasn't secretly married to Sisca! He was scum, but not so much that he wouldn't give the mother of his child a status. That child wasn't Sisca's. Alessia's mind flashed with the image of
Hospital, in a single room. Sisca lay on the hospital bed, wearing a patient gown, layers of white bandages wrapped around her wrists, looking like a doll about to break at any moment. It was unclear what she was thinking, her gaze scattered, and her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest. At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open. Sisca turned her head and saw Dominic coming in. "Dom!" A hint of surprise flashed in Sisca's eyes. She tried to sit up, but just as she lifted herself slightly, she weakly fell back down. Dominic furrowed his brow, his tone difficult to discern whether it was anger or not. "Just lie down." "Dom, I knew you cared about me. I knew you wouldn't ignore me." Sisca felt ecstatic, tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed affectionately at Dominic.
The little girl wore a pink princess dress, had fair skin, delicate and cute features. The only drawback was her small stature, but it didn't diminish her beauty in the slightest. The action of closing the door as soon as she appeared was somewhat impolite. Uncle Tom furrowed his brows, but when he saw the little girl's appearance clearly, his brows relaxed again. Such a beautiful little girl, no wonder their young master took the initiative to visit. Uncle Tom was thinking this when he saw the little girl's bright eyes fixed on their master, seeming very interested in him. It seemed that their master wasn't just liked by women; even little girls liked him. A hint of pride flashed across Uncle Tom's square face. He heard the little girl's childish voice, "Uncle, who are you looking for? My mommy isn't home. If you need anything, you can tell me."
"Son?" The man knew about Chris?! Alessia's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously glanced at her daughter behind her, furrowing her brows. The man only mentioned Chris, not Elle. He must have seen Chris's face, after all, Chris was a replica of him. Her worst fear had come true. Even though the man wielded immense power in Toronto, she wouldn't hand Chris over to him. Alessia's eyes darkened, preparing herself to confront Dominic head-on. Standing straight at the doorway, Alessia spoke firmly, "He's not just your son, he's my son too. I won't hand him over to you." "Are you trying to compete with me?" "Mr. Carter, you're mistaken. I'm not competing with you, you're competing with me," Alessia corrected firmly. As soon as she spoke, she saw Dominic sn
Bianca cleared her throat again, squinting her eyes, and proudly asked, "Can I pick a few?" "As you wish," Alessia said, curling her lips. Bianca's personality hadn't changed a bit. She was still a paper tiger who liked to put on airs, not really scary, but rather cute. After hearing Alessia's words, Bianca couldn't pretend to be calm anymore. She happily clenched her fists. "Just as I please? Then I'll pick a few!" Indeed, this Al was as generous as she liked. Bianca, excited, obviously forgot about the need to discount her fondness for Al. Eleanor stood obediently aside, and with a few words from Alessia, she almost completely won over the hypocritical Bianca. She blinked and cleverly stepped forward, grabbing Bianca's hand and leading her into the house. "Auntie, I know where Mommy's dresses are. Let me take you to pick t