Chapter 10: Mommy Is Missing
An hourter, Matteo arrived at the Hilton hotel.
Even though he was smart for his age, he was still a kid, so it took some time for him to arrive at his
destination.
Thankfully, he quickly spotted a car in the hotel parking lot that was the same one the men in ck had
driven when they took his mother away from the hospital.
His heart skipping a beat in excitement, he made his way to the hotel lobby.
"Hi, prettydy! I''d like to ask who that car outside belongs to?"
The receptionist, a young woman, lowered her head to see an adorable five-year-old boy standing on
his tiptoes and peeking over the counter.
With a fluffy head of dark hair andrge, curious eyes, he looked like a handsome young protagonist
from a Disney animation.Isn''t...Isn''t thisn, the young boy who lives in our hotel''s penthouse suite?
She stammered, "Mr.In? Why are...you here? Weren''t you just at the restaurant?"
Huh? Mrn? Matteo quickly picked up that something was off.
So, he pulled a tall stool over and climbed onto it, resting his elbows on the reception counter as he
smiled brightly at the young woman whose cheeks went red.
"That''s right! I just came out for a minute.Oh, do you know who the car outside belongs to, miss?"
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"Doesn''t it belong to your family? Your father''s staff was driving it when he came home just now,’’ she
replied, confused.Matteo beamed; his chubby cheeks bing round.
"Okay! Thank you, prettydy.I''ll be going now!"
"Where are you going? It''s too dangerous for you to be alone.Let me walk you back to the restaurant,
or your father is going to panic if he can''t find you."
The receptionist scrambled out of her seat, worried that the boy might get lost if he left the hotel
premises.
But Matteo wasn''t about to let that happen.
She had recognized him as "Mrn", and he wanted to see for himself what the real Mrn looked like.
During ss yesterday, his teacher had shown them a photo of a kid who was transferring to their
preschool.
The kid in the photo looked like Matteo, but his name was n."
When he got home and hacked into the preschool principal''sputer to search for more information
aboutn, the registered address was the penthouse suite of the very Hilton hotel that Matteo was
currently at.
He sprinted faster than a spooked bunny and left the receptionist in the dust, making his way to the
hotel''s restaurant on the fourth floor.
He ignored the food in front of him; his expression one of impatience as he asked his father''s assistant,
"Mr.Reed, when can we go home?"
Even though their physical features looked alike, their temperaments, personalities, and even their
speech patterns were opposites.
If Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, thenn was a mini Arctic Ocean just like his father, or
maybe worse.
He had been raised by Kane to act prim and proper at all times.
There wasn''t a single trace of naivety or immaturity that should be found in a normal five-year-old.
"Tsk, so that''s Mrn? I really do look like him.But is he always as uptight like an old man?"
Matteo mumbled to himself, feeling sorry for the other boy.
"We can''t go home yet,n.We came here to look for a cure for your father''s illness.Don''t you want your
father to be cured?" Kylo toldn.
The young boy was silent for a few moments.It was obvious that he still cared for his father greatly.
"Then the woman whom he brought along today is supposed to cure him?"
"Sort of?"
Kyloughed awkwardly, trying to give him the vaguest answer possible.
"If that''s the case, then tell him not to be so mean to her!" Kylo nearly choked on his food.
A few feet away, Matteo stiffened up in shock.
What? Who dares to be mean to Mommy? Unforgivable! Whipping around, Matteo marched all the way
to the penthouse suite, tiny fists clenched by his sides.
A few minutester, the guards standing outside of the suite saw a tiny figure walked out of the elevator
and was heading towards them with a stern look on his face.For a moment, they broke out in a cold
sweat.
"Wee back, Mrn."
"Mmm." Matteo was not an acting prodigy, but he did his best to mim''s uptight attitude.
"Where''s Daddy?"
"Mr.Ronin just left.But he said to tell you that if you came back early, you should go inside and rest, and
that he''d return very soon."
The guards didn''t harbor a single ounce of suspicion towards Matteo as they hurriedly told him where
his mother''s bully had gone before opening the door for the boy to enter the suite.
Matteo stepped inside the penthouse suite, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings.
The living room was nearly asrge as a town square, decorated with expensive-looking furniture fit for
royalty.
Where''s Mommy?