“Oh my God, look, it’s Isabel Ross!”. “She’s even cuter in person than she is on TV!” “Little Belle, look over here! I love you!” Sylvia, who was holding Isabel in her arms, was not expecting to be immediately swarmed by people at the airport the moment she disembarked the plane. She quickly lowered the brim of her hat and inspected her mask to see if she had worn it properly over her face. Meanwhile, safe in her arms, Isabel started making queer little gestures. She raised her little chubby hands and aimlessly pointed them at the crowd surrounding them, her cartoon-like large eyes blinking every now and then. The gathering crowd cooed. “My God! She’s so cute I could die!” “Little baby, can I be your mommy?!” A sea of fans formed in no time and a bold group of fans chased after them. Isabel waved to them and told them, “Hello, everyone, I already have a mommy! Since you’re all so young, you should all be my sisters instead. The group of fans who asked to be her mother responded eagerly, “Okay! We will be anything you want us to be!”. Sylvia smiled. The little girl could have anything she wanted since she was so likable. She had merely played a filler role in a movie, but that was all it took for her fame to erupt to unprecedented proportions. It was only with the help of the airport security guards maintaining order that Sylvia managed to emerge from the crowd. The little girl continued waving her little chubby hands at the crowd, “Goodbye, sisters. Remember to stay safe!”. The crowd continued interacting with her. It was only after Sylvia entered the vehicle with Isabel that things finally quietened down. Sylvia proceeded to take off her hat and mask. Sitting on her mother’s lap, Isabel turned her chubby cheeks to face her mother. “Mommy, I want a kiss. Sylvia obliged her and planted a peck on her daughter’s chubby cheeks. Isabel then pursed her lips and gave Sylvia an audible smooch on her cheeks. This was a common occurrence between the pair of mother and daughter. After she got her kiss, Isabel turned to look outside the window, her eyes filled with wonder. “Mommy, is this where you grew up?” Sylvia suppressed the dark look in her eyes and answered with a smile, “Yes. ” The little girl asked again, “So, my brother is here?” “Yes. “When can I meet him?” The little girl eagerly turned to her mother. Sylvia pursed her lips and told her, “Let’s head to our new home first. Mommy will take you to see your brother soon enough. ” “Okay, okay. ” The little girl crawled into her mother’s embrace afterward. Sylvia hugged her. Isabel’s body was like a ball of cotton. She rested her face against her mother’s chest and fell asleep in no time. Sylvia turned to look outside the window. After three years, she was back again. She had returned here to Westchester City because Isabel had a starring role in a film. However, the main reason for her return was to see the child she had failed to protect and had to leave behind three years ago. During that time, the toddler Isabel, who was prone to bouts of crying, had grown into a healthy child

She wondered if her other child had grown up to be as adorable as Isabel. She doubted that Odell would treat the child poorly, but when it came to Tara…. The memory of what happened three years ago and the thought that if things had gone differently, she would have both her children with her for the past three years saddened her immensely. The new house was located in a recently developed district, and the traffic was very smooth. It was located in a relat ively quiet area and was overall a decent place to live in. Aunt Tonya had c leaned up the pl ace two days ago. By the time Sylvia arrived with Isabel, Aunt Tonya had already prepared a giant feast for them. It was nighttime by the time they finished the meal. Sylvia entertained Isabel for a while and snuck outs ide after she fell asleep. There was a historic villa in the older part of the city. It was the residence of the old Madam Carter. Toda y was her eightieth birthday. The parking spaces around the villa were filled with luxury cars of all models . The relatives and friends of the Carters were socializing in the bright and well-decorated yard and living . room, and th e atmosphere was bustling. In contrast to the lively atmosphere was a little boy we aring a black suit with a bow at the neckline while sitt ing quietly on the lawn and fiddling with a Rubik’s cube. There appeared to be an invisible b arrier surrounding him that separat ed him from the crowd and the noise. Nobody dared to approach the child for fear of di sturbing him. The only ones close by were the old butler and two bodyguards who kept an eye on him. Under the illumination of the light, his cheeks were smoo th and his complexion was fine. His large eyes were wholl y focused on the Rubik’s cube, and he never made a sound. Sylvia, who snuck in under the guise of a housemaid, had to resist the urge to run u p to the child. She fixed her eyes on him. The only person who could have attended the old Madam Carter’s birt hday banquet while being watched over by the old butler and bodygua rds so no one would disturb him was the young master of the Carters. He was also her so n that she had miss ed for three years. After staring at the boy for a short while, Sylvia took out her phone from her pocket and snapped a picture of the boy’s blank and adorable expression so that Isabel, who h ad been going on about wanting to see her brother, could see the picture at home later. Just as she lined up the camera for a short, Li am Carter, who was playing with the Rubik’s cube , suddenly looked up and stared right at Sylvia. Sylvia met hi s gaze. It seemed as if you could fit the entire galaxy inside L iam’s round eyes. His cheeks were soft and smooth and com plemented his features perfectly. He was a beautiful boy. Sylvia subco nsciously sm iled at him. Max’s eyes l it up. It was at this moment when the b utler watching Max followed his line of sight and located Sylvia. Sylvia turn ed around i mmediately. The butler noticed something was wrong and questioned her, “How did you get i n here? Why haven’t I seen you before?’ . Sylvia did not respond and headed straight for the center of the crowd. The butler’s expression shifte d dramatically as he motioned t o the bodyguards. “Go get her!”

Two bodygua rds chased a fter Sylvia. Sylvia sped up her face and blended into the cr owd before slipping out of the crowd from anoth er angle. She reached the backyard of the villa. The back exit of the villa was ju st a short distance away. She coul d simply climb over it and escape. However, the bodyguards were very fast and rap idly closing in on her. Sylvia had t o run. Just when she was about to pass through th e shade of trees to reach the exit, she su ddenly crashed into someone’s stocky chest. A strong, familiar scen t of a man suddenly rush ed up into her nostrils. She caught h er breath an d looked up. Despite the dim light ing, she could still make out his features. With the same pronounced facial features and chiseled jawline that s eemed as if every vector of his face was carefully sculpted by a mas ter artisan, he was just as handsome as he had been three years ago. Odell was gazing down at her too. They looked at each other for a few seconds in silence. After three years since their last meeting, he had somehow managed to become more dashing than in the past. The sight of the familiar face was accompani ed by flashbacks of memories from three years ago that was difficult for Sylvia. She promptly took a step back and apologized with a smile, “Sorry, it was an accident. ” Odell quickly recognized Sylvia too. As he observed her pale cheeks and b right eyes, he noted that this woman was unlike her past self from three years ago. He looked at the maid outfit she was wearing and interrogated her without any emotions,” Why are you here?” Sylvia shrugged. “You know, just loitering around. Odell snorted. “You expect me t o believe that?” . “It doesn’t matter to me whether you believe it or not. ” Odell felt something catch in his throat as his expression darkened. It was at this moment when the trotting footsteps of the bodyguards came from behind. Sylvia’s expression changed subtly as she tried ta lap around Odell to get to the exit. His large hands immediately grabbed her by her wri st. “What’s this? Are you trying to flee?” Sylvia was not as strong as Odell and was quickly apprehended. Odell studied her face with a frown. “Out with it. Why are you here?” . She winced at the qu estion. This man was as vigilant as ever. However, she w ould not confe ss to anything. In a split second, she produced a r azor blade from her pocket and imme diately pressed it against his neck. Odell stiffened when he felt the chilling and metallic touch of the razor blade against his neck. Sylvia mimicked his sneering an d threatened, “Master Carter, yo u’d better let go of me, or else