The phone rang.
Alia answered, "Hello, Snow."
"Alia, where are you? My brother just told that soone harassed all our relatives, asking about his children’s ages, whether they go to school, and stuff like that... I think it must be Christopher Hart who sent soone to pry."
"Yeah, it wouldn’t be anyone else."
"What should we do? I have too many relatives to ensure that all are cautious; he might already have found out."
Alia took a slow breath, her tone calm, "No matter now, I’m on my way to the airport, Kane is taking them away this afternoon."
"This afternoon?"
"Yeah."
"What about you?"
"I can’t leave now; I’ll figure sothing out after celebrating Hope’s birthday."
"But Christopher knows we lied to him; he will definitely co after you."
"So what? What can he do, eat ?"
As long as the children could leave smoothly, she had nothing to worry about.
Could Christopher really keep her confined for a lifeti?
Hearing her say that, Snow Fitch felt a bit reassured and prayed, "Hopefully everything goes well."
"Yeah, I’ll contact you this afternoon."
"Okay, goodbye."
After hanging up, Alia beca increasingly nervous, her fingers clenched and still trembling slightly.
Christopher definitely knew everything.
But, he probably hadn’t considered that it was his own son!
At most, he might suspect and could confirm the child was hers.
But he probably didn’t know who the father was.
So as long as he didn’t see the children, they could still keep it a secret.
Thinking this, she couldn’t help but sit up and urge, "Master, could you please hurry? I’m short on ti."
"Alright, I’ll go as fast as I can."
WhatsApp beeped, Kane had already reached the airport.
Afraid of delays in communication, Alia quickly created a group—Kane, Shaw, herself.
Shaw replied: Almost at the airport.
Alia: How are the kids?
Shaw: They’re good, just asking if Mom has arrived, they want to see you.
Alia: I’m almost there too.
Kane: No hurry, I’ll wait for you.
Alia: Kane, are you sure you weren’t followed?
Kane: I had the car pick us directly from the garage; no one saw us.
That’s good...
Alia breathed a sigh of relief, hoping they weren’t traced.
Upon arriving at the airport, Alia startled Shaw, "Sis, did you escape in disguise?"
She gave a bitter smile, not having ti to chat much, and crouching down she lovingly instructed her sons, "Listen to Uncle Kane, Mom will co back to be with you in a few days."
"Mom, don’t worry, I will take good care of Noah," Noah said sensibly.
Ethan scoffed, "Who needs your care? I can take care of myself."
Alia smiled, "How about you both take care of each other? Promise mom, stop always bickering."
"Mom, when can we see our sister again?"
"That..." Alia fell silent montarily, "Mom doesn’t know, but we’ll definitely see each other again."
Betty stood next to Kane, observing the scene, and pouted dissatisfiedly.
She looked around, not seeing anyone coming, she furrowed her brow, slightly anxious.
Then, she took out her phone silently, snapped a photo, opened the ssaging app, ready to send.
"What are you doing?" Kane had been covertly watching her and suddenly asked.
Betty jumped, quickly putting down her phone, "Nothing... nothing at all!"
"Give the phone," Kane extended his hand.
Instinctively, Betty dodged back, avoiding his reach and took a step back.
Kane, already suspicious of her, now seeing her taking a photo and preparing to send it, beca even more certain of his "suspicions."
"Betty—" his expression grew stern.
However, before he could get the phone, Shaw in a panic, her words stuttering and incomplete, "Sis...sis, you...you better look—"
Shaw stared into the distance, her hand trembling as she patted Alia Garcia’s shoulder.
Alia Garcia was startled and instinctively turned to look at her assistant, "What’s wrong?"
"He, he’s here—" Shaw still stared motionlessly.
Following her gaze, Alia Garcia suddenly turned back, her face drastically changing, her legs weakening, and she fell backward.
"Sis!" Shaw reacted quickly, grabbing her to provide support.
Kane, busy turning around, saw the man with long strides approaching, his expression also stricken with shock.
Within a second, he turned back, his eyes fiercely focusing on the girl beside him, "Betty, it’s you!"
Betty looked at the intimidating Eastern man approaching and shook her head, "I don’t know him..."
Indeed, she did not recognize Christopher Hart.
She only knew Mr. Palr.
anwhile, after her mont of panic, Alia Garcia suddenly stood up, grabbed one of the children, and turned to run.
However, after just a few steps, she saw n in suits standing up from different seats in the waiting area, all walking towards them.
She froze, utterly confused, her world spinning.
Noah and Ethan watched the scene, their youthful and handso faces also filled with panic.
"Mom... we can’t leave, can we?"
"Mom, what should we do..."
What should they do?
She didn’t know.
She thought she had fooled the man, but clearly, he had been lying in wait here, ready for her to walk right into his trap.
She had underestimated this bastard’s abilities!
Now surrounded...
Alia Garcia’s heart pounded wildly, the buzzing in her ears drowning out the airport’s noise.
Leading her children, she turned around again and saw Christopher Hart approaching with a cold and commanding aura, slowly and steadily nearing her step by step.
No escape now, only a fight.
If he dared to snatch her children away, she was ready to fight for their lives.
Step by step, Christopher Hart approached, his emotions undecipherable.
He had waited at the airport for a long ti.
He had seen Kane arrive.
He had seen her assistant co with the children.
And finally, he saw her rush in.
He saw her squatting in front of the children with a tender and loving smile.
Adopted?
Where in the world could soone adopt twins?
He was foolish!
Snow Fitch had brought the two children to him in turns, yet he had always thought it was just one child!
He was blind!
That child, upon closer inspection, had a mannerism strikingly similar to their mother!
But due to his bias and reluctance, despite having t so many tis, he had never truly looked at the child.
His mother even said that one of them looked a bit like him...
Like him...
Christopher Hart’s gaze scrutinized the tender faces.
They were about the sa height and closely resembled each other, though one was thinner and the other more robust.
Perhaps as a confused party himself, he didn’t see which one resembled him.
However, after a longer observation, he gradually realized they bore a resemblance to the photographs of himself as a child kept in the old house.
His heart trembled more violently, his fists tightening.
The situation he least wished to see, yet also the one that excited him most, was unfolding before his eyes.
Back then, this damned woman—his ex-wife—had not only given birth to a daughter but also to twin boys.
She had given birth to triplets.
Therefore, unable to support them, she had sent the daughter in the direst situation to him.
Then, she took her sons and fled far away.
To forever cut off future troubles, she lied about dying in a difficult childbirth.
Everything was now clear...
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