Chapter 123


    When Brett heard that the guy was a good-for-nothing fool, he couldn''t help but snicker. What threat


    could a fool pose?


    But he still didn''t like the way Ryker looked at Izabe with such eagerness, as if someone was


    peeking at his hidden treasure.


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    Ryker happily took the cake, but then noticed that all the kids around had one too. His mood


    instantly dropped, thinking that Izabe had brought it just for him, but it turned out to be a casual


    gesture.


    Ryker had so much to say to Izabe, but he didn''t know where to start. Being slow and lonely for


    years, he had no idea how to socialize.


    Looking at Izabe, he noticed she seemed much more worn out. He had many questions about


    what might have happened during her one-month disappearance. Had she been sick or in the


    hospital?


    Before he could ask, Ryker felt a sharp, icy gaze on him. He looked into Brett''s eyes, and


    something shed quickly in his muddled mind, like a nerve being poked, causing instant headache.


    He clutched the back of his head and seemed to recall a familiar person.


    Brett''s eyes darkened when Ryker looked up.


    Ryker shrank back a step, looking at Brett and then at Izabe nearby.


    The director, being perceptive, immediately sensed the unusual atmosphere and tried to mediate,


    "Ryker, this is Mr. Windham, Ms. Salotti''s husband."


    Ryker''s expression stiffened. So Izabe was already married. And being married meant having a


    husband.


    Suddenly, he felt a bit emotional, with eyes reddening. He hurriedly replied with an "Oh," before


    turning and running off, ignoring the director calling him from behind.


    "Please don''t mind, he''s usually very polite."


    Brett stared at Ryker''s retreating figure, lost in thought. After a while, he asked, "Did you say his


    name was Ryker?"


    "Yes."


    "Why is he named that?"


    The director didn''t understand, but exined the name anyway, "Ryker was brought to the


    orphanage 15 years ago, and it was in autumn. He had amnesia and couldn''t remember anything,


    so he was given the name Ryker."


    Brett clenched his jaw, this reminded him of something.


    Fifteen years ago matched the time, but not the ce. Could Ryker be the person he thought? No,


    it''s unlikely, since the search back then took three years without result and the police dered him


    dead. He shouldn''t be alive.


    Apparently, he needed someone to investigate further. Brett had no appetite for the meal anymore.


    "Get the gifts, and I''ll send someone toe and take your carter."


    The director asked, "Mr. Windham, aren''t you staying for lunch?"


    "No need," he didn''t care about a meal, especially when it was just a cafeteria meal from an


    orphanage.


    "I don''t want to go yet." Izabe was good at enduring loneliness and could stay in the hospital for


    days without talking, but seeing so manyughing children at the orphanage made her reluctant to


    leave.


    "Do you like children?" Brett''s eyes darkened as he noticed her holding a little girl''s hand.


    If their child hadn''t been lost, she would have been almost three months in her womb by now, and


    the baby would already be kicking her.


    "Let''s go back and make one."


    Izabe''s face changed instantly, her eyes empty, as Brett suddenly realized that his words were


    precisely what she wanted to avoid.


    He hurried over and held her wrist, pulling her into his embrace. "I said the wrong thing."


    Hoarsely, she replied, "I don''t like children at all."


    "I know," he replied. If Izabe didn''t like children, she wouldn''t donate to the orphanage every year


    or bring cakes to the children there.


    He wanted Izabe to have their child and name Kaley as the kid''s guardian. That way, she could


    keep the child, and the child could inherit the Windham family''s fortune.


    Izabe suddenly felt the air around her thin, and facing the children''splex gazes, she pushed


    Brett away forcefully.


    "I''ll get the things," she said, looking at the director.


    "I''ll take you there. The storage room isn''t far from here."


    "I can find it myself. I''ll go alone."


    She wanted to go alone, but Brett didn''t want her to. He didn''t trust Ryker and didn''t want to leave


    them alone together.


    "Give me ten minutes, and I''ll be back soon." Izabe insisted, her gentle face now cold and distant.


    Clenching her fists, she said to Brett, "I just want to be alone for a while, Brett. Don''t follow me. I


    already hate you enough."