On the balcony of the lounge.
Elias Hawthorne sat in the wicker chair, flipping through the documents in front of him.
On the other side, Brolin said respectfully, "Young Master, Claire North seems to have noticed that the young master is no longer in the medical room. Early this morning, she went to the master’s place."
"Understood." Elias’s expression did not change in the slightest; he didn’t think this matter could be concealed for long anyway.
In fact, the fact that it was just discovered now is enough to prove how neglectful Claire North, the biological mother, has been to Baby.
Thinking further about Raina North, who hasn’t closed her eyes for three days to develop an antidote for Baby, he couldn’t help but feel a bit tender.
Brolin’s voice continued, "I’ve already found Master Foster’s whereabouts; he’s been invited over by the central figure. I’ve already begun communicating with them, hoping to meet Master Foster soon and inquire about Void’s whereabouts."
"No need to rush this."
Brolin paused, then eagerly asked, "Do you already know Void’s whereabouts?"
"Yes, I already know her identity. Although I haven’t exposed it, she doesn’t intend to hide it anymore, I believe."
Brolin felt some relief and said, "The other matter you asked me to investigate also has some leads. The Young Madam gave birth at The Celestial Hotel that year."
"The Celestial Hotel?"
Elias was somewhat surprised—could it be such a coincidence?
That year, he was targeted by his enemies and, in a moment of loss, took a woman—the hotel was also The Celestial Hotel.
A thoughtful look flashed in Elias’s eyes, and he instructed, "Continue investigating this matter, do it thoroughly."
His intuition told him there might be a hidden truth behind this incident.
Brolin responded immediately, "Rest assured."
Raina North opened her eyes and looked at the snow-white ceiling in front of her. Her mind was momentarily confused, feeling briefly disoriented.
She jumped up from the bed, and then noticed the oversized collar had slipped down, exposing her shoulder and half of her bosom.
More importantly, she was not wearing pajamas but a shirt.
At that moment, Raina felt her scalp explode.
Just then, a creaking sound came.
The door was pushed open.
Elias Hawthorne walked in.
Raina looked at Elias, who was wearing a thin silk robe, and felt like she’d been struck by lightning. She shouted in intolerable rage, "What did you do to me?" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel·fire.net
Elias stood by the bed, his expression lazy and satisfied, "What can a man and a woman do?"
Angrily, Raina grabbed a pillow from the side and hurled it at Elias.
Elias raised his hand, caught it, then casually tossed it aside, stepping to the bed and leaning in closer with both arms propped on the bed, a wicked smile on his handsome face. "Why are you so worked up? I haven’t had the chance to tell you in detail how thrilling last night was. Such pleasure shouldn’t only exist in my memory; we should share it."
Raina leaned back to increase the distance between her and Elias, and then she saw the crisscross marks on the honey-colored chest beneath his robe.
She definitely wouldn’t mistake it—those were marks left by nails.
Elias noticed Raina’s gaze and raised an eyebrow slightly, "So you’ve discovered."
"Elias Hawthorne, are you even a man! Taking advantage of my unconsciousness to do such things!"
Raina was furious, raising her arm in intolerable rage to slap Elias’s handsome face.