"Vera Yates really embarrassed herself this time."
Felix Orwell sat in the car, browsing the news on his phone. It didn’t take long for Vera Yates’ situation to hit the headlines, with Landon Lawson protectively standing next to her in the accompanying photos.
Although the pictures were a bit blurry, they couldn’t escape the keen eyes of the netizens.
"Sienna Quinn, your move here really impressed me. I was worried you couldn’t handle it, but it seems I underestimated you." Felix gave Sienna a thumbs up.
However, Sienna just shook her head.
"This wasn’t my doing."
Even Felix was stunned on the spot.
If it wasn’t Sienna, then who?
Sitting in Sienna’s lap, Evan Quinn excitedly waved his little hands. "It was me, it was me!"
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The two spoke in unison, full of doubt.
Only to see Evan proudly lift his little head, his thick bangs moving with the motion.
"I saw that bad lady put white powder into the marked wine glass. Who knows what bad things she was planning? So I switched the powder in the two glasses when she wasn’t paying attention."
When Evan saw Vera, he quietly followed her, watching her head to the kitchen, find two exquisite wine glasses, and sprinkle the previous powder on them.
"Switched them?" Felix raised his eyebrows, looking at Sienna in confusion.
"Mommy’s so smart, she won’t get tricked that easily. I just helped Mommy vent some anger."
Sienna looked at her devilishly clever son. Was he really not even five years old?
Such skills, such wit, not at all inferior to hers. Indeed, genes are a magical thing.
Sienna lovingly ruffled the young boy’s head.
Her son was anything but simple.
But at this moment, neither Sienna nor Felix had figured out why Evan knew Vera Yates, let alone why he would care to intervene upon seeing her drugging someone.
A child who had never met Vera Yates succeeded in doing something so flawlessly.
Due to the French company, Felix and Sean Carter sent them back to the apartment hotel and left early.
Sienna looked at the little boy who had fallen asleep in her arms, his delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, not knowing what dream was making him conflicted again. She reached out her smooth little hand to brush Evan’s thick bangs aside, smoothing the crease between his brows.
His exquisite features were identical to Landon Lawson’s. Even the way he frowned was as if carved from the same mold.
Clearly, the two hadn’t lived together, yet they shared so many similarities. Was this the power of blood relations?
"Mommy didn’t take good care of you,"
Every time she saw Evan , Sienna felt she was not a competent mother.
Not only did she deprive him of a father’s love from a young age, but she also couldn’t be with him for long periods.
While other four-year-olds were playing under the protective wings of their parents, Evan Quinn was forced to face things beyond his age.
The woman’s caress might have woken the little boy, who rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said in a childish voice, "Mommy... are we home?"
Evan groggily looked around, realizing they were already in his bedroom. He wobbled up, trying to explore with his chubby little body.
With his delicate little nose sniffing around, he said with some disapproval, "Mommy, you drank again."
"I can’t help it. I need to make money to ."
"True, and I need to focus on looking pretty." Evan earnestly stroked his smooth chin and said.
This Evan, who could have he inherited this mischief from?
While Sienna pondered, Evan suddenly jumped down, wiggling his little bottom to run to the kitchen, carefully carrying over a bowl.
"Mommy, I knew you would drink, so I made this for you."