Chapter 984


    The moment Thssa finished asking the question, her heart raced with uncertainty, yearning for an


    affirmative answer from Atticus.


    She had deliberately left Royal Estates before inquiring, wary of the mansion’s walls, which seemed to


    have ears. If any of the other servants caught wind of her words, it would inevitably reach Lysander’s


    ears.


    The repercussions of Lysander finding out it were immense; the issue would undoubtedly blow up. The


    scandal could no longer be contained, and the video would be exposed to arger audience.


    With her mother’s life hanging in the bnce, Thssa couldn’t risk the slightest misstep. That’s why


    she had dismissed Fitch, insisting she didn’t need his chauffeur services, and drove the kids herself.


    She needed a safe space to ask Atticus this crucial question.


    With bated breath, Thssa watched Atticus, waiting for his response.


    Atticus sat beside her, tilting his little head, his youthful, adorable eyes staring earnestly at Thssa.


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    No matter how trivial the question, Atticus always answered with utmost seriousness.


    “Mommy, erasing stuff from aputer or phone remotely is child’s y for me. It’s what I’m best at. Of


    course, I can do it,” he said confidently.


    At his words, Thssa’s heart surged with relief and excitement, a wave like none she had felt before.


    It was as if a ray of light had suddenly pierced the darkness, offering a glimmer of hope.


    “Atticus, can you do me a favor?” Thssa couldn’t wait to ask.


    Until now, she couldn’t figure out how to silently erase the video from Bruce’s possession.


    Bruce used that video to threaten her at every turn. Despite her loathing, she felt powerless against


    him, unable to fight back with the trembling hatred in her heart.


    The frustration and the need to suppress such loathing was unbearable.


    Now, with a potential solution to delete the video from Bruce’s grasp, Thssa’s breathing became


    hurried.


    “Mommy, there’s no need to be so formal with me. Whatever it is, I’d climb mountains and swim across


    seas to help you. I want to help out too,” Atticus dered, his little face solemn, his eyes showing a


    depth beyond his years, somewhat resembling Lysander’s.


    Upon hearing Atticus’ earnest tones, Thssa felt both amused and moved. She wondered where he


    had picked up such gant phrases but appreciated his eagerness to help nheless.


    Gently stroking Atticus’ head, she reassured him, “I don’t need you to climb mountains or swim seas,


    honey. I just need your help to delete a video hidden in someone’s phone orputer.”


    “Okay, Mommy, give me that person’s phone number. For theputer, I need the IP address and the


    model,” Atticus replied. “What’s an IP address?” Thssa asked, puzzled.


    “It’s theputer’swork address, which is essentially the Wi-Fi address,” Atticus exined.


    Thssa was stumped. She knew Bruce’s phone number but not his homework address.


    “Let’s do this; I’ll give you the phone number first. You can start by checking his phone and deleting any


    videos,” Thssa said, reaching instinctively for the pocket of her trousers.


    Her clothes usually had pockets, where she kept her phone. But when she felt for it, the pocket was


    empty.


    Did she drop it?


    A moment of panic struck her as she patted herself down again and found nothing.


    Then she remembered, during the kidnapping the day before, her phone had been taken by the slightly


    overweight man.


    Atticus had mentioned that morning he had tracked her phone’s location and informed Lysander, who


    would surely have gone after it.