"Dulcie looks like me?" Taken aback, Grace stared at Dulcie. She frowned and said, "No... I think she just looks cute like all kids do. Why do you say that?" "Just like all kids? Look at her eyes and mouth. She really resembles you. Look carefully!" Gentry insisted. Grace fixed her gaze on Dulcie. However, she could not see the resemblance. Dulcie didn't really know either, but she was overjoyed at what her uncle said. "Really, really?" Dulcie asked Gentry, "Do I really look like my mom?" "That's right." "Wow, I'm really happy then! My mom is beautiful, so when I grow up I'll be as beautiful as her! Yay!" Dulcie felt a sense of accomplishment at the confirmation of her eventual beauty. Douglas, who was wise beyond his years, also stared at his sister and mother. Then, he nodded and said, "Yes, I agree." Grace had nothing to say to that. She spread out her arms and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, "Okay, one against three.
Even the servants in the villa had already familiarized themselves with Gentry. "It's the weekend tomorrow." Dulcie nestled up in Gentry's arms and asked, "Do you need to go to school?" "What, little rascal, do you want me to take you to do bad things again?" "Take me and Douglas out to play tomorrow, okay?" Dulcie leaned against Gentry's ear and quietly made a request of him. "No problem." Gentry also answered her in a low, hushed tone, like it was a secret between the two of them. Hence, the next morning, after Gentry got up and washed up, he went straight to Grace's place and had his breakfast there. He had gotten used to living there recently, but Gentry found it difficult to acclimatize himself to eating there. The surrounding stores simply existed for the rich. All the goods sold were high-end products. Even in a random restaurant, if you wanted to eat something to fill your stomach, you had to pay hundreds of dollars, at least. Tha
"It's really strange." Zaden said with a smile, "You can even tell that?" Gentry continued paying Zaden no mind. He implored, "Grace, let's stop this." When he heard that, Zaden's face fell. In a serious tone, he said, "Gentry, can't you be more reasonable with your words and actions? I won't quibble with you over other things, but it's too much for you to incite your sister to break up with me." Gentry was silent. To be frank, he didn't think it was right too. But how could he not worry when he saw his sister sleeping with Zaden, a playboy high up in society? "Are you going to follow what your younger brother says?" Zaden asked Grace. span Grace/span, who was sandwiched between the two men, felt a headache coming on. Reasonably judging, Zaden really had not done anything wrong. It made Gentry's unreasonableness all the more apparent. "Gentry, you're overthinking." Since Grace felt that the biggest contradiction at hand was Gentry's impression
"Just go," Gentry persuaded Grace. "We can't lie to them, it'll leave a mark on their young hearts. They will regard adults' words as unreliable." Although it was a little exaggerated, adults were indeed role models for children. If they did not fulfil their promises, the children would be very disappointed. "Then why did you agree to their request yesterday?" Grace asked in a defeated tone. "This is an exception!" Gentry exclaimed. "Who could have foreseen this? No, sis, why don't you want to pick them up?" Grace didn't voice her concerns out, so Gentry wouldn't have to fret about her. It was true that the children needed her and they should not break the promises they had made. Hence, Grace she had no choice but to bite the bullet. "Fine then, go help that friend of yours. I'll fetch the kids." "Thanks, Grace!" It turned out that the more you fretted over something, the more likely it was to happen. Grace met the last person she
After Grace got into the car, the two children asked with concern, "Mom, are you okay?" "Let's go." Grace motioned to the driver, then answered, "I'm fine, but I'm even more worried about you guys. Were you all scared just now?" Dulcie nodded her head hurriedly, her doe eyes looking for comfort. Grace cracked a small smile, then opened her arms warmly. Without prompting, the two immediately crawled into Grace's embrace. Dulcie pouted in a low voice, "She's so fierce and terrible. She's always cursing people. She embarrassed us in front of all our classmates." "It's okay, your classmates won't laugh at you," Grace consoled. Looking at the scene retreating quickly outside the car window, her heart was unusually calm. Even she herself felt very surprised. After the big battle with Moira, she was still able to maintain such a calm state of mind. Perhaps she had really come out of it from all her experience. Although Moira had acted like a lu
Douglas scanned the crowd of kids in a panic. No, no, no — None of them was his younger sister. Dulcie was not here! "Miss, Dulcie is missing!" Douglas could not care less. He ran to the teacher's side and said anxiously, "My sister is missing!" On the podium, the teacher still did not give up, calling out the names of the two children over and over again. The rest of the friends were ordered not to move, and other teachers were also searching for them all over the playground, but after half a day, there was still no progress. "Where did Dulcie go?" Douglas was worried and said to the teacher, "Teacher, Dulcie went to the bathroom during break time." However, the toilet had been thoroughly checked, with each compartment opened and examined, and it was empty. "Douglas, do you remember which kid she went to the washroom with?" the teacher asked. "Well..." Douglas looked around and his eyes fell on a little girl. He pointed at her and said, "It's
A lot of thoughts came to her mind. Who was after her this time? Moira, could it be her? "Hey, you're Moira's lackey, aren't you?" She decided to go straight to the point. Since she couldn't jump out of the car now and she had no chance to run away, Grace tried to talk to the driver. In this way, it wouldn't hurt if she could get some clues. However, the driver returned to his usual silence right after that. No matter what Grace said, he would keep his mouth shut tight. Since there was no feedback, Grace simply stopped talking. She silently observed the situation along the road and found that the surroundings had become bleaker and bleaker. Was she being kidnapped? "I'll keep my strength so that I can seize the opportunity to escape when I have the chance!" She thought. The car zoomed all the way, finally arriving at the destination. "Miss Miller, please," the driver said and unlocked the car. Grace stood next to the car and stared
Grace shouted helplessly, "Cut off mine, cut off both my hands, okay? Don't do anything to them..." "Miss Miller, if you really can't pick one, why don't I help you?" The driver offered in kindness. Grace could only keep shaking her head. The scene was beyond chaotic. The three victims all cried miserably, while the cold-blooded executioner next to them and the person hiding behind the camera were very happy. At this time, amidst the earth-shattering sobs, came the dense sound of car engines. Unbeknownst to the negligent group of bandits, the cars had driven into this desolate place under the cover of the night. Zaden stood at the front of a group of people. As he stared into the lights of the building, he said, "They are inside." His well-trained subordinates armed themselves before they snuck into the building in teams. As for Zaden, he rushed to the front of the first group. "Mr. Andrew, leave it to us!" One of his men stopped hi