"But I want to see Mommy and talk to her.” Liam patted her head, "Let's call Mommy.” “But the baddie took our phone away. He won’t even let Great-grandma, Uncle Ben, or Uncle Jacob lend us their phones.” "There is one more person whose phone we can borrow.” Isabel's eyes lit up as she asked, "Whose?” Liam smirked mischievously. "Dad's." ...... Several hours later, in the middle of the night, two small figures snuck out of the room and crept across the floor on their bare feet. They reach Odell’s room without making a sound. Liam slowly held the door handle and pulled it down. Isabel slipped inside like a slippery loach. When she saw Odell sleeping soundly in bed, she crept to the head of the bed and stole the phone from the bedside table. She quickly crept out with the prize in hand. Liam closed the door softly and brought Isabel back to their room. He turned on the phone and took Sylvia’s number off the blacklist. Then, he clicked the dial button.
Meanwhile, at the Lake Victoria Villa, in Tara's large living room illuminated by bright crystal chandeliers, Tara could be seen in a swanky dress. She sat gracefully on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand. Sonia was sitting next to her and anxiously darting her eyes across the room. As expected of the most iconic villa in Westchester City, every nook and cranny seemed like something out of a painting, exuding fine elegance and tasteful architecture. Although Sonia was someone who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, she was still amazed by the decor. The Rosses lived in an affluent area where the plot of land was priced significantly, but the houses were on the older end. Meanwhile, there were only ten sparse units in Lake Victoria. These properties were something that money could not buy. Tara read every hint of envy in Sonia’s eyes, and she smiled. “Sonia, Odell gave me this wine a long time ago, and I never had time to try it. Give it a sip. It should ta
Sylvia was very satisfied and thanked her. “This is enough. Thank you.” Without any delay, she went to Carl who was in charge of the studio to request half a day of leave, then she drove to Alister’s address. Alister lived in the secluded outskirts of the suburb district, and it took Sylvia almost an hour to get there. She raised her hand and knocked it against the door. Alister quickly opened the door from inside. Her face registered shock the moment she saw Sylvia, and she instinctively tried to close the door. However, Sylvia pushed the door open before she could and walked past the threshold. Alister stumbled backward and regarded her visitor with a vigilant look. "What are you doing here?" Sylvia answered harshly, "You know." The look in Alister's eyes shifted and she said, "I don't." Sylvia was not going to beat around the bush and went straight to the point. "When did Tara pay you to spy on me?" "Who's Tara? I have no idea who that is.” She continued
Apart from Isabel and Liam, Aunt Tonya was the most important person in Sylvia’s world. She could not allow harm to befall her. She rushed back to her house as fast as she could. The gate outside was guarded by two large and intimidating men. Sylvia marched inside quickly. The broomstick that Aunt Tonya used could be seen on the floor. Sylvia entered the living room to see her biological father, Emmanuel Ross, and her stepmother, Dona, sitting on her sofa. She even saw someone pouring tea for them as she entered. She glanced around the room but saw no sight of Aunt Tonya"Where's Aunt Tonya?" she asked urgently. Emmanuel took a sip of tea and answered slowly, "I sent her somewhere else." Sylvia's expression became aggressive. "Where did you take her?" Emmanuel suddenly shouted angrily, “How dare you speak to me in that tone?” Dona said with a pleasant chuckle, "Sylvia, we just asked Aunt Tonya to rest somewhere else for now. You can rest assured that we won
"Damn it!" Emmanuel shot up and nearly charged at Sylvia. Nevertheless, Sylvia was completely unfazed. Dona grabbed him just in time and smiled placatingly. “Emmanuel, don’t be angry. It’s not worth getting angry with this girl. You have to think of your health.” Then, she turned to Sylvia. "I'll let you know who your marriage candidate is and you can think about it. You'd better make up your mind quickly. I don’t know how long Aunt Tonya can keep waiting for you.” Sylvia stiffened. Dona smiled wryly and turned to Emmanuel. “Let’s go, Emmanuel. Give her some time to think about it.” Emmanuel's expression softened considerably as he muttered, "Yeah, sure." He shot another hostile look at Sylvia before walking out with Dona. His crew followed him out of the house as well. The whole house suddenly descended into silence. Sylvia bowed her head and grabbed her head with her hands. The same sense of despair she had felt when she was kicked out of Westchester
Sherry was extremely efficient. Before the sun even set, she had compiled a list of all the properties the Rosses owned and sent them to Sylvia. She attached another message along with it. “Hey, Sylvia. My guy accessed the surveillance cameras in these properties and did not see any sign of Aunt Tonya or anyone suspicious showing up. Do you think there’s a chance they moved Aunt Tonya out of the city?” Sylvia frowned tensely. Judging by what she knew of Emmanuel and Dona, she doubted they would take so much effort to relocate Aunt Tonya out of the city. But if they did not relocate her out of the city, where could they have hidden her? She felt her head throbbing. She sat down on the ground and scratched her head until her hair turned into a tangled mess, and still, she could not figure it out. Her phone rang again. The caller ID was “Grandma”. Sylvia's eyes brightened as she answered the phone immediately. Isabel's saccharine voice greeted her, "Mommy,
“Alright, it's way easier if we only investigate him. I should be able to get back to you by tomorrow morning." “Ok, thanks again.” “No need for these formalities. Make sure you rest early and don't worry too much. They won’t do anything to Aunt Tonya.” Sylvia grimaced and answered, "Okay." ...... At the Carters' residence, when Odell came to the living room, he saw Madam Carter sitting all alone on the sofa. He frowned and asked, "Grandma, where are Liam and Isabel?” The madam had a shifty look in her eyes when she informed him, "They should be playing in their room." Odell stepped towards their room. Before he reached the door, he could hear Isabel complaining from inside, “I’m gonna turn the meanie into a turtle! Or I’ll turn him into a puppy…” She was busy casting a spell on him. Without further thought, he pushed the door open. Isabel, who was on the floor and badmouthing him, immediately zipped her lips. Liam moved in front of her, fearing t
The scene from several hundred meters away immediately zoomed in front of his very eyes. The lights in the living room were turned on. Sylvia could be seen sitting in front of a canvas placed in front of the French windows. She had paint all over her cheeks and on strands of her hair, but she remained completely unbothered. She held a paintbrush in one hand and was hard at work sketching something on the canvas. She did it with such intensity that it seemed like she would drill a hole into the canvas. Odell wore a dark look. Before the divorce, he had seen her paint several times. Those were the occasions when he got off work earlier than usual. He would return to the sight of her in plain clothes, with her hair tucked behind her ears and her face bare without makeup. She would sit on the lawn in the yard and draw with a fixed look. Twice, he had wanted to draw closer to observe her paintings, but she was very eager to please him and would immediately put her pa