Chapter 774
“Mr. Youngblood adopted Wrenna simply because he happened to see Ms. Sabatini and Wrenna
being mistreated, and Guillermo expressed a desire for a younger sister,” Carlos quickly exined,
worried about any misunderstandings Rosalie might have.
“You mean Guillermo, right?” Rosalie’s expression grew somewhat emotional when Carlos
mentioned her son, whom she had never met.
“Yes, Guillermo. He’ll being home from kindergarten soon, and you’ll get to see him,” Carlos
replied.
“And what about the other children? I was pregnant with triplets initially. When I woke up in the
hospital, I only had Jen by my side. Do you have my two children here?” Rosalie asked anxiously.
However, both Carlos and Gary wore regretful expressions. “No, there’s only Guillermo here.”
Rosalie felt her heart sink, a bitter and piercing sensation spreading from her chest.
Although she had contemted the possibility, having it confirmed brought another wave of pain.
She had carried three children in her womb, but now, only two remained. Her mind was
overwhelmed by questions about what had be of the missing child, where the child might be,
and whether that child was still alive.
“When Mr. Wilmer first handed Guillermo over to the Youngblood family, he imed that only one
child had survived. But now, Ms. Youngblood is also alive, right? Perhaps the other child is still out
there,” Gary pondered. He had taken to addressing Jennifer as “Ms. Youngblood” out of a sense of
responsibility. Indeed, Jennifer was the rightful Ms. Youngblood of the Youngblood family! Rosalie
exhaled with relief. “Yes, it’s possible that the missing child is still alive. Mr. Wilmer likely holds all
the answers. He must know whether the child is living or not,” she thought.
“Do you know where Mr. Wilmer is?” Rosalie asked.
“Since Mr. Wilmer had Mr. Youngblood’s memory hypnotized, he was arrested by the police on
charges of assault and kidnapping. However, he managed to escape before his trial, and now,
nobody knows his whereabouts. Today, Mr. Youngblood and I visited the police station because they
had received a lead on Mr. Wilmer’s location, so we went to confirm,” Carlos exined.
Rosalie shivered, her breath quickening. “Does that mean they’ll find Mr. Wilmer soon?”
“Yes, the Youngblood family will also assist the police in tracking down Mr.
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Wilmer!” Carlos assured her.
Especially when considering their past belief that only Guillermo had survived, it appeared that the
situation had taken a different turn. Their determination to locate Kurt was fueled not only by this but
also by the need to find the
whereabouts of the final child.
Suddenly, a cry from the second floor shattered the silence.
The three individuals in the living room looked up to see a housekeeper standing not far from the
staircase, her gaze fixed on a room at the end of the hallway, her expression filled with uncertainty.
“What’s happening? Where’s Ms. Youngblood?” Gary asked, recognizing the housekeeper he had
tasked with looking after Jennifer.
“Ms. Youngblood… she… entered Mr. Youngblood’s study,” the housekeeper replied, her face
reflecting her inner turmoil.
Jonathan’s study was a ce that not just anyone could enter. Even Guillermo would incur
Jonathan’s displeasure if he were to enter the study without a good
reason.
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With Jennifer having just returned, the prospect of angering Jonathan was a genuine concern for
Gary and Carlos.
Inside the study at that very moment, a young girl and a man were locked in a stare-down.
Informed by the housekeeper apanying her that Jonathan was in his study, Jennifer brimmed
with enthusiasm to engage in a conversation with him. Overflowing with thoughts and eager to
share them, she rushed into the study after seeking directions from the housekeeper regarding its
location. “Who gave you permission to enter?” Jonathan asked, a displeased frown creasing his
forehead. He typically treasured the moments of quiet contemtion he spent in his study and did
not wee any disturbances.
What added to his annoyance was that he was presently engrossed in thoughts about Rosalie, and
the cherubic face before him served as a poignant reminder of her. It left him feeling inexplicably
irked, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint the source of his irritation.
“I entered on my own,” Jennifer dered, raising her tiny chin. “I wanted to get a good look at you,
Daddy. And, Daddy, you need to get a good look at me too because from now on, I’m your little girl.
Don’t mix me up with anyone else!” Inwardly, Jennifer thought, “We look so much alike that I can
spot Daddy without any confusion!” This realization filled her with a sense of pride.
“Who told you to call me Daddy?” Jonathan questioned, his tone chilly.
Jennifer blinked her eyes, so reminiscent of Rosalie’s. “Mommy told me to call you Daddy. Mommy
said you’re my daddy and showed me your photos. Sadly, they’re all torn, but Mommy said that
when I meet you, I can take a few photos of
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you if I want. By the way, Daddy, my name is Jennifer, but I still prefer to go by Jen. Can I use that
name at kindergarten? And…”
Jennifer continued to chatter away, detailing her preferences, from her favorite color and food to her
beloved stories.
Jonathan suddenly felt a headache creeping in.
“If Jen is indeed my daughter, she’s quite the talkerpared to Guillermo. And what… she wants
to take a picture?” Jonathan muttered to himself in silence.
He had never been fond of taking photos, and yet that woman, Rosalie, casually promised it.
However, when he heard the name Jennifer, which bore a striking resemnce to his own,
Jonathan felt an unusual flutter in his heart.
“Daddy, hug me!” Jennifer raised her tiny arms, hoping Jonathan would lift her. Jonathan pressed
his thin lips tightly and remained still. He had even stopped hugging Guillermo after he began
attending kindergarten.
Now, here was Jennifer, whom he had just met today, requesting a hug.
The father and daughter locked eyes. Jennifer had widened her glistening eyes, and her tiny
outstretched arms appeared to tire. “Daddy, don’t you like me?” A trace of moisture welled up in her
eyes.
Jonathan suddenly felt a pang in his heart. Almost instinctively, he embraced the tiny girl.
Instantly, a smile spread across Jennifer’s small face, and the glistening hint in her eyes vanished.
Her little arms even wrapped around Jonathan’s neck.
“Well, Mommy was right. Daddy really does like me!” Jennifer thought.
Only at that moment did Jonathan be fully aware that he had indeed scooped up Jennifer in
his arms.
Jennifer’s petite, soft body was simr in size to Guillermo’s, but it felt entirely different as Jonathan
held her. Especially the way her little arms clung to his shoulders and neck, her tiny body fitting
snugly against his, created an indescribable intimacy.