Chapter 8
The receptionist nurse at the desk noticed the little boy. He had a head of charming ck hair and
was dressed in a white T-shirt with an armor print on his chest, a pair of ck track pants, and a
ck mask.
The monochrome look of his getup made him look stylish, like something out of an artistic painting.
The nurse fancied that he looked just like a little prince from aic book.
''He’s so freaking cute!''
"Who are you looking for, little one?" The nurse walked over and greeted him with a warm smile, her
voice gentle.
"I''m looking for my-my daddy!" the little boy instinctively.
''Mommy said I should always be careful when I''m outside.
''Don’t tell any strangers the truth, except for police officers, of course.’
The little guy looked up innocently at the nurse, "Miss, do you know where my father is?"
When the petite nurse observed the boy’s face, with his big round eyes peeking from under his
mask, she was awestruck with a sudden realization. ''Those eyes are exactly the same as the cold
Mr. Ares’s!'' i
However, Mr. Ares always had that trademark serious look on his face. Even with the charming
good looks h e was gifted with, most people would not dare to approach him.
The little guy standing before her was theplete opposite. He looked soft and cuddly and his
warm smile could melt snow. Frankly, he was rather irresistible.
"Oh, yes. Mr. Ares’s office is on the ninth floor!" the nurse answered quickly without hesitation.
The little boy was a little displeased. Did he really look like this Mr. Ares''s son? Or did he just have a
common face?
The nurse''s attitude took a 180-degree turn. She leaned over and asked courteously, "Shall I take
you to his office?" i
The boy quickly shook his head. "No."
''This nurse looks pretty but she doesn''t seem very bright. If she follows me around, she might ruin
my n,'' he thought.
At that moment, the elevator door opened and the boy swiftly hopped onto the elevator.
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As he went up the floors, the tracker on his smartwatch told him that he was getting closer.
When he arrived on the ninth floor, his current location and the destination marker ovepped.
The little boy exited the elevator and followed the prompts of the positioning system and soon
located the room Rose was surely locked in.
On the big wooden door hung a wooden sign that read "President''s Lounge".
The small boy pushed the door but it did not budge.
He noticed the copper fingerprint lock on the door and, with no better n, tried to unlock it by
cing his little finger on the scanner. To his surprise, he heard the fingerprint lock click and the
door swung open.
The little guy was dumbfounded. ''Is this fingerprint lock specially designed for me?'' he wondered.
The boy pushed the door open and saw the humiliated figure of his mother tied to a table leg. Her
hair was disheveled and her face was buried in her knees. Her shoulders were shaking.
''Is Mommy crying?'' he thought, rmed.
He had never seen his mother cry before.
''Someone must have done bad things to her to make her cry.''
"Mommy!" yelled the small boy, dropping his scooter and dashing toward the tied up Rose.
When Rose heard her son’s familiar cute voice, she lifted her teary face, and there he was. Her
baby Robbie, standing right in front of her. To say that Rose was stunned was an understatement.
Her gaze wandered to the fingerprint lock and she realized that her hunch was true.
Her baby Robbie really did have the same fingerprint a s Jenson!
Baby Robbie tore off his mask and his small, handsome face scrunched up with anger.
"Mommy, who''s the jerk who bullied you? I''ll kill him.” As he said that, he performed an borate
and nimble roundhouse kick in the air.
Baby Robbie was fairly talented at Taekwondo.
Initially, Rose had signed him up for Taekwondo sses to strengthen his rather frail and weak
body.
To her surprise, the coach was soon raving about the boy''s natural talent. Two yearster, Baby
Robbie’s bookshelves were crammed with his many taekwondo trophies.
In the past six months, he had even started to challenge the older groups and performed very well.
Rose helped him put his mask back on his face. "It''s dangerous here," she said hushedly, "let''s
leave quickly, we’ll continueter."
"Okay! " Baby Robbie responded obediently.
Before she left, Rose had a sudden thought. "Wait," she said, "we have to find a way to delete the
surveince camera footage. We can’t let the bad guys find out
about you." "That''s easy. Leave that to me."
Very soon, the entire building''s surveince camera footage was erased.
The vis in City South seemed to blend into the horizon. The area was renowned as the most
valuable real estate paradise in the entire city.
The bungalow vis were huge in themselves but their gardens were even bigger.
The microdistrict had a record-low percentage of the city''s poption-less than 0.5 percent of the
citizens lived there. Of course, only the richest and the most powerful people could afford to live in
that paradise that seemed to blend into the heavens.
Jay drove his Lincoln into the underground garage. Swiftly and elegantly, he drifted into the parking
spot, nting the car perfectly.
Jay quickly got out of the car and hurried into the house.
He unlocked the security door and a delicious aroma wafted into his nostrils. Jay was slightly taken
aback and peered around the room.
"Jay? When did you get back?" Josephine was holding a tter of sweet and sour pork ribs and
greeted Jay a s he entered.
Jay''s mother was setting up the table.
Jay''s father was in the recreation area in the living room with his grandson, building a tall Lego robot
together.
Or perhaps more urately, the old grandpa was merely sitting next to Jenson, looking at his
grandchild proudly.
On the other hand, Jensonpletely ignored his grandpa''s presence.
Jay changed into his indoor slippers and walked toward Jenson. He said casually, "If Grandpa and
Grandma are here, why did you need daddy toe back? Daddy was very busy at noon today-" 2
''Busy, my foot!’ Jenson thought scornfully.
Jenson turned a deaf ear to his father''s words. He continued happily building the Lego robot which
was already taller than him.
"Say something!" snapped Jay.
"You chose toe back by yourself," Jenson said coolly.
What he meant was, since his daddy had his own free will and full control of his own legs, him
coming home was on him and not Jenson, really. Why should he be s 0 displeased if he chose it
himself?
Jay was speechless for a moment but kept his calm as he tried to reason with his son. "Daddy only
rushed home because I thought you didn’t have any food for lunch. If you told Daddy that Grandpa
and Grandma were home on the phone, Daddy wouldn''t have needed to rush home."
"The doctors said I have autism. Why are you expecting me to say that much? Idiot!" Jenson
forcefully mmed thest piece of Lego into the robot''s eyes and stood up. He shoved Jay away
and went upstairs alone.
"Why are you talking so much now?" Jay called out.
"I guess I''ve outdone myself!" Jenson snapped.
Jay’s face darkened from Jenson''s retort.
Grandpaughed and said sarcastically, "Like father like son."
Jay was so angry that he almost smashed Jenson’s robot. Grandpa hastily stopped him. "Don’t do
it. This i s Jenson''s mommy. If you touch his mommy, your son said that he’ll do the same to yours."
It had always been this way. The whole family would suffer when Jenson threw a fit over Jay''s
actions.
And it always ended up with his grandma shedding tears for her dear grandson.