The child helplessly looked at the bodyguard, his tone filled with anxiety.
"I’m an athlete, I didn’t want to run, but you kept chasing me."
"Sorry, Mr. Battleson, we lost him. The kid got away."
Michael Richard looked at the man standing in front of him, his face full of regret.
Justin Battleson’s handsome face under the black suit suddenly turned gloomy, his eyes scanning Michael Richard like a hawk.
"Send people out to find me that child, no matter what."
Justin’s voice echoed clearly as he couldn’t stop recalling the child’s features in his mind.
It was too similar, and yet, he didn’t have a child. How could such a similar person exist in this world?
Could someone be deliberately getting close to him through this child?
Justin shook his head, dismissing his own thoughts. By logic, it shouldn’t be the case.
The child’s gaze was firm when he looked at him but carried a hint of surprise.
Even though that surprise was well-hidden, Justin still caught a subtle expression in that flicker of his eyes.
Then, it was highly likely that...
Charlotte Thompson’s face suddenly appeared in Justin’s mind. He turned to face Michael Richard and whispered softly.
"Investigate Charlotte Thompson."
Michael Richard, who was issuing instructions, suddenly paused, a little puzzled as he looked at the man before him. Seeing Justin’s firm gaze, as if he had found a clue, Michael nodded to the bodyguard.
Justin Battleson’s voice was very low, and there was a sense of disbelief in his words. He stared at Michael Richard with a deep gaze, which made Richard feel strange.
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"Do you believe that there are people who look exactly the same in this world?"
A sense of doubt appeared in Michael Richard’s eyes. Regarding this question, he didn’t know how to answer at once.
However, seeing the confusion on Justin’s face, he thought for a while and gave an answer.
"Scientifically, the likelihood is small, but there’s something in this world called fate, and anything is possible when it comes to fate."
After hearing his words, Justin Battleson looked up towards the sun not far away. Under the warm sun, everything seemed to be illuminated, and it made him think a bit more.
Charlotte Thompson, Chad, and Jack returned to the hotel. After their meeting with Adam Ross today, a gloom had cast over the faces of Chad and Jack, the usually quiet pair, unlike their playful brother, Hank.
"Later, would you guys like mommy to take you for some good food?"
Charlotte’s gentle tone as she crouched down and gently mussed their heads, her eyes curved in an attempt to cheer the kids up.
Chad did not respond, he just quietly nodded, while Jack held onto the hem of Charlotte’s clothes, following her into the elevator.
Chad looked at the increasing numbers on the elevator, then turned to look at Jack.
Jack gave him a nod, and only then did Chad hesitantly face Charlotte, slowly voicing his question.
"Mommy, will you abandon us?"
The milky voice of the child was heartbreaking, causing a sour feeling in Charlotte’s heart.
She squatted down, patting Chad’s little head, with her voice soft and tones filled with an unusual tenderness.
"No, mommy will never abandon you. When mommy took you to meet that man, it was because he is your biological father."