Behind him, there were footsteps, light and quick. Moses turned his face only to see the butler cleaning up the smashed apple pulp by the table.
Meeting Moses’s gaze, he tossed the trash in his hand into the tray, his eyes filled with concern for Moses.
"If you need, I can make a visit to Miss!"
Moses turned his face back to the window and remained silent for a long while.
The butler’s gaze lingered on his stubborn back figure and he shook his head with a sigh.
The group returned to the hotel where Huangfu Jue was staying, and it was nearly eleven o’clock.
On the way, Will had received several calls inquiring about Huangfu Jue’s safety.
Once Huangfu Jue brought the mother and son to his room, a young assistant hurried up to Will to report a call from the hospital.
"Alright, I’ll go inform the sir right away!"
Will immediately followed Huangfu Jue to his room to update him on the situation.
"The Presidential Palace just called to say that the assassin has died in the hospital after unsuccessful resuscitation. Also, Miss Qian just suffered superficial injuries without life-threatening danger, and her wounds are now being treated in the hospital."
"Arrange the car. I’ll go have a look."
First, he wanted to see if there were any other clues on the assassin’s body, and second, he wanted to visit Qian Xueying. After all, she was injured because of him.
As Will turned to leave, Gan Yuan hurriedly called after him.
Will immediately smiled and shook his head, "I’m fine. Please rest well."
As Will went to arrange the car, Huangfu Jue approached the mother and son, "I’m going to the hospital for a bit and will come back soon. Call me immediately if there’s any problem. I’ve already arranged for people here, nothing will happen."
Gan Yuan nodded, "Go ahead. I’m here."
Bending down, he patted the little one’s head and told him to sleep well, then Huangfu Jue left.
After locking the door, Gan Yuan took the little one to the bathroom to help him take off his clothes for a bath, naturally making sure to embrace and kiss her son a few times.
The development of the situation was completely unexpected, and she hadn’t thought about what would come next, but for now, she was very much enjoying the time spent with her son.
"Mommy!" Sitting in the bathtub, Gan Tang turned and leaned on the edge, "Can I invite Uncle Moses to play polo sometime?"
Gan Yuan, who had been helping him wash his back, stiffened at this question, "Play polo?"
"Yeah. Uncle Moses said he likes polo too, and he said he used to go with you."
Moses had actually talked to him about this.
Gan Yuan steadied her son’s arm, "Tell mommy, what else did he say to you?"
"He didn’t say much." The little one thought for a moment, "Oh right, he also asked if I was hungry or thirsty, then he peeled an apple for me to eat, the one that got smashed by your gunshot."
After all, he was a child, pure of heart. Mentioning the apple brought back the memory of Gan Yuan’s precise shot.
"Mommy, you’re such a good shot, you hit such a small apple with one bullet. When grandma taught me shooting, I couldn’t even find the center of a much bigger target..."
Listening to her son’s voice, Gan Yuan’s mind’s eye flashed with the image of the apple Moses had sent toward Gan Tang.
"Mommy?" Not hearing a response, Gan Tang shook her arm, puzzled, "What’s wrong?"
Gan Yuan picked up the bath towel, wrapped up her son, lifting him out of the bathtub. After drying him off and dressing him in pajamas, and after his hair was blown dry, they both lay down on the pillow. The little one immediately snuggled into her arms like a small animal, deeply inhaling her scent, and quickly fell soundly asleep.
Gan Yuan did not sleep, but instead meticulously recalled the events of the night, and then, she realized something was not quite right.