Looking at the iron gate right in front of them, they had finally arrived. No one came to open the door, and Solara had no intention of getting out of the car."Why don't you go take a look? Wave at the camera so they know we're here, " she suggested casually. Solara was quite assertive, and Thomas glanced at her through the rearview mirror, thinking how this woman really knew how to push her luck."Mom, let's just call them from here. Who knows if anyone's even watching the cameras?" Ava was frustrated with her mother's insistence on making Thomas do all the work. Waving at the camera wouldn't be more noticeable than their car parked right here. If they didn't want to meet, they wouldn't meet, no matter what. It was better to just contact them directly."You always protect him. I'm just trying to help. Why don't you call your grandpa instead?" Solara shifted the responsibility onto someone else. Ava wasn't pleased either; she felt awkward about speaking up. Her grandpa had made it c

She knew what her mother was worriedabout, feeling a mix of comfort and impatience. As she spoke, a wheelchair appeared, catching Solara’s attentionimmediately. At this moment, the only person who could arrive in such a manner had to be her father. Ava also noticed her mother'smovement, realizing that her grandfather had arrived. Watching him approach in the wheelchair stirred a complex mix ofemotions within her. She glanced at her mother, hoping that the tumor was benign and that a simple surgery would resolve everything.Thomas noticed Ava's sudden sadness and gently patted her shoulder to comfort her. Ava found herself in a difficult position, torn between her feelings. As the wheelchair rolled closer, Mr. Meyer's features became more distinct.He looked relatively well; if it weren't for the wheelchair, no one would suspect he was ill.He scanned the four of them with a faint smile, while Ava’s heart raced with anxiety. She felt a strong reluctance to face the conversation tha

After a while, Stephen finally pushed the door open and looked at the two people, panting slightly."It's strange; this villa is so big that I couldn't find you two anywhere. I only heard someone say you were back." At the dining table, only Mr. Meyer and Thomas were still eating. Solara glanced over when she heard this, and the more she looked at the lawyer, the more she found him annoying."Really? I thought Mr. Stephen would have gotten to know this place inside and out by now."Stephen shot a look at Solara, surprised by her tone. What had he done to upset her? He wanted to say something, but in the end, he decided against it. After finishing the meal, quite a bit of time had passed, but Solara still had no clue about what she wanted to ask. Hecertainly wasn't going to leave like this."By the way, I remember Mom left behind a painting a while ago. I have a friend who organizes art exhibitions; maybe we should get it framed." It seemed he was trying to find an excuse to stay, and

Miss Hutton glanced at the recent message on her phone, instinctively curious about why her boss needed to speak with Kiara. After gathering her things, she headed toward the legal department. As her boss's personal assistant, she was often referred to as the invisible boss around the office. Most people might not know Thomas, but they definitely recognized Miss Hutton. "Hey, they say the Ward family is here. That can't be good news for you," Emily said, approaching with a teasing grin. Kiara shot her a glare. "Stop calling him 'boss.' I'm your team leader, and the real boss is elsewhere. If they're here, they're here. We're just a small team; we can't take on the big shots." Emily stuck out her tongue at Kiara's words, clearly amused. This woman was fiercely loyal to Marcus. Just then, there was a gentle commotion at the office door. Looking up, Kiara saw Miss Hutton standing there with a bright smile. Suddenly, it clicked for Kiara why everyone seemed reluctant to see Miss Hutt

"She wanted to turn me into a beggar, to make me go out on the streets and beg, maybe even take one of my arms or legs," he said, his voice trembling with the weight of his memories. Thomas gasped at the thought. Looking back five or six years, he had only been around fourteen or fifteen himself, and yet this child had faced such cruelty.The fact that this woman had come back to find him after all these years made it even more unsettling; he could see the fear in the boy's eyes. He knew that some beggars intentionally maimed children to make them more effective at begging. It seemed this woman had considered the boy's potential for independence and had deliberately actedto prevent it."I guess I was a bit lucky at that time," the boy continued, his voice softening. "She got sick, and I was there to take care of her. Eventually, I really did manage to touch her heart. I stayed by her side for three years. But once my identity issues were sorted out, all I could think about was escapi