Chapter 970 Enigmatic Connections


    “Firstly, I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Lucy earlier,” Alexis began, his tone reflective.


    “Secondly, while I appreciate everyone’s intentions, I can’t help but sense Soren’s hostility towards me,”


    he continued, his words measured.


    “Perhaps he doesn’t harbor any malicious intent but rather feels threatened by the presence of another


    boy in the household who shares simrities with him,” Alexis theorized, drawing from his own unique


    upbringing. Despite being six months younger than Soren, Alexis exuded a maturity beyond his years.


    Damien narrowed his gaze, probing. “Are you genuinely interested in pursuing a connection with Lucy


    Staber?”


    “Is Lucy Staber her name?” Alexis responded, a smile gracing his features as his brows arched


    yfully. “It does have a pleasant ring to it.”


    “In that case, if I were to follow her, could I adopt the name Alexis Staber?” he inquired, his eyes


    gleaming with anticipation.


    Damien’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s a possibility,” he conceded, though a furrow creased his brow


    momentarily.


    In that fleeting moment, Damien’s mind wrestled with a sense of familiarity.


    The name Alexis sparked a memory as if someone had once mentioned naming a future son Alexis


    and a daughter Alexa.


    But for a fleeting moment, he struggled to recall that individual’s identity.


    Turning his attention back to the young boy before him, Damien remarked, “You’re quite an enigma.”


    “Why haven’t you asked me to assist you in locating your biological parents? Instead, you seem eager


    for me to facilitate your connection with ady you’ve just met?” Damien pressed, his curiosity piqued.


    “Because my biological parents… they don’t deserve it,” Alexis replied candidly, his voice tinged with


    resolve.


    “Regardless of the circumstances that led to my separation from them, they don’t deserve to be called


    my parents. So, I’d rather forge my own path and live well independently.”


    “Ms. Cherise, I am convinced that you’ve been misled,” Soren dered earnestly, his voice concerned


    as he sat in the children’s room on the second floor.


    Analyzing the situation with a seriousness beyond his years, Soren addressed Cherise. “That


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    Alexis, who typically disys maturity and seldom sheds tears, why did he suddenly break down so


    easily? It’s evident he’s attempting to garner your sympathy.”


    Cherise, seated on Serafina’s bed and engaged in folding clothes, pursed her lips thoughtfully. She


    cast a gentle nce towards Soren. “Why shouldn’t Alexis cry? He’s just a child, younger than you. Are


    children not permitted to express their emotions?”


    “It’s not about whether children can cry,” Soren responded, his lips forming a tight line. “But rather, the


    authenticity of his tears. Don’t you find his disy of emotion to be overly contrived?”


    Cherise paused momentarily, her expression grave as she considered Soren’s perspective. Eventually,


    she shook her head with conviction. “I don’t see it that way.”


    Soren was momentarily at a loss for words.


    His father had often remarked that Cherise retained the same innocence she had five years ago when


    they first met after she lost her memory.


    Was she truly this naive five years ago?


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    Soren nced at Cherise, a sense of helplessness washing over him. Despite his concerns, he


    couldn’t deny her enduring charm.


    “Well, she does have her own allure,” he admitted to himself. “Perhaps Mr. Damien is drawn to this


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    In the ward of Adania Hospital, the atmosphere was tense as a doctor meticulously changed the


    dressing for Sebastian, whoy in bed enduring intense pain.


    At his bedside, a certain man sat silently, his face contorted in agony, yet he uttered not a single word.


    Despite the evident strain in his expression and the telltale signs of his grip on the bedsheets, which


    had turned white from the pressure, he remained stoic.


    “Mr. Weiss is truly remarkable,” a middle–aged man who had been waiting on the sidelines remarked


    softly, wiping the sweat from his brow as he observed the scene unfold.


    After the doctorpleted the task and departed, Sebastian casually wiped the cold sweat from his


    forehead before turning to the middle–aged man with a grave expression. “Has the DNA test report


    been dispatched to the testing center?”


    The middle–aged man nodded fervently. “Yes, it has. I received the application and immediately rushed


    here to inform you…