The Parkers in the living room were chatting with Charles Smith, completely unaware of the commotion here.
Only Adam Willow noticed everything, his eyes flickering slightly.
He didn’t say anything, just quietly shifted his gaze towards the direction of the guest room.
Two servants carried the children into the guest room, rudely placed them on the bed, then turned around to lock the door, carefully checking the windows to ensure they were secured before leaving.
The sound of the door being locked prompted Celeste to open her eyes imdiately, her gaze now full of alertness instead of drowsiness.
She gently nudged Aaron beside her, whispering, "Aaron, we’ve been locked in. I need to ssage Dad."
Aaron also snapped awake instantly and nodded. Just as he was about to speak, they heard a faint "tap tap" coming from outside the window.
It was the sound of knocking on glass. They both looked up simultaneously and saw a tall figure outlined beside the French window. Even against the light, they recognized him as their father, Carlos!
Celeste, both surprised and delighted, quickly climbed off the bed and ran to the window, while Carlos raised his hand, signaling her to open it.
It turned out that Carlos had received a phone call earlier, which made him suspect Charles Smith’s plot. Pretending to negotiate with the other party, he had actually been secretly observing the situation in the living room. Upon seeing the servants carrying the children out, he discreetly followed.
However, he was puzzled as to why Charles wanted to abduct the two children.
There must be another sche behind this.
The French window was gently pushed open. Carlos bent down and stepped inside. As he was about to ask questions, Celeste threw herself into his arms with a hint of grievance and anger, saying, "Dad, let’s go find Grandpa Governor! Soone bullied us, locked us in here, and even put dicine in the juice!"
Carlos gently patted his daughter’s back and ruffled his son’s hair, his gaze darkening, then softly comforted them.
"Don’t worry, Daddy knows everything. Mommy seems to have sothing important to discuss with the Governor’s Wife. This guest room is directly across from the reception room. Let’s wait here until she’s done with her conversation, so as not to ruin what she’s doing."
In fact, when Carlos arrived, he had already noted the guest room’s location. He chose to wait by the window to avoid disturbing Emily Parker.
Moreover, before they set off today, Carlos felt that Emily seed off.
She was always deep in thought, occasionally frowning, clearly preoccupied with worries. So this visit to the Governor’s Wife was definitely not a coincidence.
He was determined to find out what Charles and his accomplice really wanted, and what secrets Emily was hiding.
The door to the reception room closed, shutting out the noise from outside. The sun shone brightly inside, yet the atmosphere was particularly tense.
The accomplice first sat on the sofa, sipped from a teacup, maintaining the composure of the Governor’s Wife, as if all the machinations in the living room had nothing to do with her, and avoided the main topic, "It’s our first ti eting. What exactly do you want to say to ?"
Emily stood across from her, not sitting down, her gaze clear but carrying a hint of coldness, and she got straight to the point: "Madam, I want the original draft of the ancestral prescription that Henry Parker gave you."
The accomplice’s fingers holding the teacup paused slightly, then returned to normal and put the cup down.
"Emily, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t talk nonsense. If I wanted a prescription, many renowned doctors would co to . Why would I need Henry’s things? You must be mistaken."
"Mistaken?" Emily let out a mocking laugh, stepping half a step closer with sharp eyes.
"Madam. If you insist on denying it, then I might as well speak directly.
Hand over my mother’s original prescription, or I’ll expose all the secrets you and Charles are hiding."
At these words, the accomplice’s expression finally changed slightly, her fingers unconsciously clenching the armrest of the sofa.
But she was experienced with dealing with crises, quickly suppressing the panic in her eyes, and forced herself to look calm: "I don’t know what you’re talking about. What secrets, what original prescription, I know nothing."
"Don’t know?" Emily stared at her, enunciating each word, "Then let ntion a person you should be aware of: Sophie Parker’s background."
"Sophie Parker?"
The accomplice’s face darkened further, but she still refused to admit, "Isn’t Sophie Henry’s daughter? That’s not a secret in the Parker Family. It’s ridiculous for you to bring this up."
"At this point, you still want to hide it."
Emily shook her head, then changed the subject, her gaze fixed on the accomplice, "Do you know Grace Parker?"
"Grace Parker..." This na struck the accomplice like a bolt of lightning, causing her to suddenly stand up from the sofa, her face turning deathly pale, unable to maintain any trace of composure.
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