Serenity was well aware that Fred's status would change dramatically upon his return to Lanford, but she was still surprised that Weston let Fred stay here and not take his son back by force. Even so, she knew Fred would return to Lanford someday."Okay," Fred whispered, looking a little nervous. He thought Serenity knew about his Dad's visit, but he had not told anyone about it!After arriving at Valor Residence, Jacqueline dragged Fred to the piano room to practice. The huge piano room was now their private territory.Jacqueline and Fred played three music pieces in a row together. Such a playing style was difficult even for adults, let alone two children. However, Jacqueline and Fred had great cooperation. The four hands moved quickly, dancing on the piano keys and playing without a single mistake.The beautiful sound of music continued to echo in the room until the end of the performance.Jacqueline had a great time playing Beethoven pieces with Fred. She turned to Fred with a
Wilson's men stopped Yannick from leaving when school was over and took him to the car. Yannick stared at the tall man before him. He should be calling this man Dad, but he hated him!"You spoke with Mom alone the last time. What did you say to her?" Yannick questioned. His doubt was the only reason he got in the car to meet the man he hated.Wilson stared at his son in silence. His son was connected to him by blood and supposedly the closest person to him, but instead, he was staring at him with hostility."What I said to your Mom? I was talking about how you got bullied, naturally," Wilson scoffed.Yannick got angry. "Don't talk to Mom about me! Whether I get bullied or not is none of your business!"Yannick had witnessed how Wilson had treated Mom the way he did years ago. Since then, he told himself that he did not have a Dad. Mom was the only one he had."None of my business?" Wilson sneered. "You have my blood flowing in your veins. No matter how much you deny it, you're st
"Wilson!" Clara gasped in surprise. "Why is Yanny with you?! Where are you now?""I took Yanny elsewhere to show him something. I'll bring him back in a while," Wilson explained.Clara was silent for a while. Finally, she said, "Then hurry and bring him back!"Wilson saw the remorseful look on his son when the call was over. The little boy must have thought he should not have come here without permission and worried Clara."I'm going back!" Yannick said."Okay, then," Wilson responded. He had no intention of forcing the little boy to stay.Clara had been waiting for Yannick to come back. When she saw the car approaching and pulling up in front of her store, she quickly ran to the car and opened the door. Yannick got out of the car, and Clara took a good look at him, fearing that something had happened to him.Worried, Clara asked her son, "Did he...do anything to you?" Yannick shook his head, and Clara finally shifted her gaze to Wilson. "Mr. Birch, I hope you can inform me
"Watch something? What the hell did he show you?!" Clara thought about what Wilson had said before leaving."He showed me a practice for wrestling," Yanny said, his eyes shining with a different light for the first time. "It's completely different from Taekwondo."Unlike the various stances in Taekwondo, wrestling was far more direct and effective in dodging the opponent's attack and giving a good counterattack. Taekwondo was less practical compared to that."You liked what you saw today? So you don't like Taekwondo anymore?" Clara asked."Because wrestling will make me stronger! I'll protect Mom better!" Yannick said with a little voice.Clara listened, and it pained her a little knowing that her son gained his early wisdom due to the hardships of life."I know you've always wanted to protect me, but you're still a child. You shouldn't be living with this burden. Let me protect you now. All you have to do is grow up well. You can protect Mom when you're old enough, okay?"It wo
Wilson was about to say something when Clara's cell phone rang. He saw the name Peter Wall when Clara answered the phone."What's wrong, Peter?" Clara asked."Clara? Can you keep an eye out for me? If you see Riley, please call me right away." Peter sounded very anxious.Clara was surprised. "What happened? Is Riley missing?""Yeah. I took her with me today, but I was too busy at the store, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye. I've already checked the surveillance recording in the area and saw her riding her bike down the street. She went out of the surveillance range, and I've already called the police," Peter explained."Riley said she wanted to play with Yanny again, so I thought she might come here. If you see her, please let me know." Despite saying that, Peter thought the possibility of Riley coming to Clara's store was slim. Riley was only three years old. Although Riley had been to Clara's store with him, how could such a young child remember the directions to get t
"It's Wilson here. Please help me find someone. Riley Wall, a little girl around three years old…" Wilson told the person on the other end of the line. He had even given the name of the market where Riley had gone missing. After he ended the call, Clara was surprised, and she asked, "How…how did you know that Riley was only three years old? And also, the name of the market." She hadn't told him anything at all. Wilson fixed his gaze on Clara. "I know way more than you think I do." "Did you investigate me and Peter?" That was all Clara could think of. Wilson didn't deny it.Clara looked disturbed. "Why did you investigate Peter? Don't touch him!" Wilson snickered and unbuckled his seatbelt. Then, he leaned toward Clara. Clara's body stiffened up as he enveloped her body. "You...! What are you doing?!" She uncomfortably asked while placing her hands against his chest to keep a distance between them. Wilson stared at the person in front of him. Years had passed since th
Wilson started the car immediately and drove to the police station.Clara hurriedly asked Wilson which police station it was and called Peter. Peter had just reported the missing case, and the police hadn't gathered any information yet. Clara was one step ahead of him. After knowing that Riley was in the police station, Peter hurriedly thanked her and rushed to the police station. Clara and Wilson arrived first. As soon as Riley saw Clara, she immediately shouted, "Aunt Clara!" Clara greeted the police and picked Riley up. "Do you know how much you’ve made your father worry about you when you ran out by yourself?""I wanted to visit Yanny, and I wanted to go to your house, but Daddy wasn't free to bring me there," Riley pouted after she said that. "Your father is busy working. If you want to visit Yanny in the future, you can give me a call. Then, I'll pick you up or bring Yanny to visit you, okay?" Riley smiled brightly and agreed. "You have to say sorry to your fath
Wilson, who was already imposing, exuded an oppressive aura as if he was blocking Peter from coming any closer to Clara.There was tension in the air. Clara hurriedly told Peter, "Bring Riley back home first, Pete. Mr. Birch will send me home." Peter hesitated for a moment. "Alright, stay safe." "Sure." Peter left with Riley after he went through the formalities at the police station. Wilson stared at Clara. "Why did you call me Mr. Birch but call him Pete?" Everyone could tell if their relationship was close or distant by how she addressed them. Clara looked at Wilson puzzledly. "Should I call you Wils, then?" Wilson's expression darkened. It would have been better if she had called him Mr. Birch instead of Wils. "Are you hungry? Do you want to grab something?" He looked at the time and asked. "No, I have to go back to the store. Thanks for helping to find Riley today. I'll make a move first," Clara said. Wilson grabbed her hand before she could take a step. "Yo