Chapter 487: Blood Relation Verification
"Mom, sothing strange happened at kindergarten today. One of your and Dad’s friends ca to see us." As soon as Noah got in the car after leaving kindergarten, he talked about today’s encounter.
The weather was warming up, with more outdoor activities at kindergarten. The two siblings were sweating, their faces covered in beads of perspiration.
Alia used so tissues to wipe their sweat, feeling curious after hearing what Noah said: "A friend of Dad and Mom? Ca to see you at kindergarten?"
"Yes."
"Who was it?"
"I didn’t recognize him."
Just as Noah finished speaking, Hope eagerly leaned forward to her mom, "I know! He was a very handso uncle who really liked . He even held !"
"Uncle?" Alia was even more surprised, not having the chance to ask more before being corrected by her younger son, "No, no, that was a Grandpa, definitely not an uncle."
"Grandpa?" She was increasingly bewildered, confused by the differing information from her three children.
Noah: "Mom, let explain. That person looked young, but he..."
Hope: "He was really young and very handso."
Ethan: "Hope, you need to let brother speak first."
Hope: "But brother is wrong. The uncle said I could call him uncle."
"But you..."
"Alright, alright!" Alia was overwheld by their chatter, never realizing that three siblings could be more chaotic than three won, making it impossible to decide whom to trust.
"Noah said Hope would talk later, one by one." She instructed the kids to line up and talk, then looked towards the eldest, "Noah, you explain what happened."
Noah, undoubtedly the smartest, with excellent language skills, imdiately clarified what had happened in kindergarten today.
"Although that handso Grandpa ca with those other uncles and aunts, I feel he specifically ca for us three siblings."
"But he didn’t seem like a bad person; he treated us very well. Before leaving, he said we would et again in the future!"
Alia still didn’t understand completely. After so thought, she asked, "...Did your Grandpa visit the kindergarten?"
"No, how could we not recognize Grandpa!"
"Oh, indeed..." She suddenly realized, nodded, and pondered deeply.
Suddenly, a thought struck her.
"Do you rember how the other uncles and aunts at kindergarten addressed him?"
Both Ethan and Hope shook their heads, while Noah frowned slightly as he thought, "I rember! They called him... Commissioner Smith."
Smith?
Alia’s heart skipped a beat as she imdiately realized who it was.
Charles Smith had lunch with her and Snow Fitch at noon, and he ntioned he’d be in clinic all day, so it couldn’t be him. Besides, he wasn’t old enough to be a Grandpa.
Which leaves only Thomas Smith.
It seems, unable to arrange a eting with her, he decided to approach the children first.
But why?
He had known she had three children before but never ntioned it. Now, just because of that online public slander, he suddenly beca interested in the children?
No way!
Alia connected Charles’s probing during their lunch today and Christopher saying Thomas was going to the Seal-Cloud Corporation tomorrow for direct business talks—it increasingly suggested he was on to sothing!
"Mom, what’s wrong? Is that Grandpa a bad person?" Noah noticed his mom’s uneasy expression, asking seriously and confusedly.
Alia looked at her son, cald herself, and asked: "That... Grandpa, when he t you, did he behave unusually? Like getting close to you sohow?"
She imagined Thomas Smith suddenly seeking out the kids might be to collect evidence.
After all, when Christopher wanted to confirm her identity, he also tried various ans to get sothing from her for a paternity test.
If that were the case, her impression of Thomas Smith as their biological father would greatly diminish.
ddling in adult matters, leveraging the children, she couldn’t accept that.
"He held Hope." Noah quickly said, "Hope was playing ball and started crying after it rolled away, and that Grandpa comforted her for a long ti."
Alia froze, speechless.
It seed highly likely he had already taken sothing from Hope.
A child in tears, out of control with tears, snot, and saliva everywhere—if he wiped her face, he’d have all he needed as a sample.
Even pulling a couple of hairs from Hope without her noticing would be effortless.
She didn’t know what to feel.
Very conflicted, one part repulsed, another part subtly hopeful.
She herself couldn’t figure out those emotions, wondering whether it was a good thing.
But the thought of him first targeting the children made her want to confront him via phone, but when picking up the phone, she couldn’t bring herself to dial.
Maybe Thomas Smith was waiting for her to call him.
If she initiates, he might get straight to the point, leaving her unsure of how to respond.
To acknowledge or not?
After hesitating a while, she dismissed the idea, pretending not to know about this matter.
Upon returning ho, she shared the incident with Christopher.
"What? Thomas Smith went to see the triplets at kindergarten?" Surely, Christopher’s reaction was bigger than hers.
Thinking about it, the lavish kindergarten he enrolled the children in with high fees managed to let strangers easily visit them, a sense of displeasure rose within him.
This ti it was Thomas Smith, harmlessly.
But next ti, if it’s so powerful adversary from the business world, could they also easily breach defenses and casually et his children?
"No, I’ll call the kindergarten now. Their security asures are seriously negligent!"
Alia looked at him, had to lower her voice due to the children being ho: "What good would it do to contact the kindergarten? Can they possibly prevent a leader from the education bureau from supervising inspections?"
Ultimately, it was Thomas Smith’s distinguished identity.
Christopher picked up his phone but paused after hearing those words, turning towards her, noticing her burdened mind, making him feel empathetically pained.
Holding her hand, his deep eyes reflected a warm yet resolute light, softly reassuring: "Don’t worry, if you choose not to acknowledge, no one can force you. I know you still feel indignant for Auntie."
Alia lowered her gaze, her delicate brows knit together and nodded, saying: "Yes... I feel not magnanimous enough, most people, knowing their biological father appeared, and with such prominence, would surely be eager to acknowledge."
"But I really... back when I didn’t know his identity, I could interact with him genuinely, respecting and admiring him. But since last ti, those words he said, thinking of Mom’s grievances, the helplessness of being forced to marry, my heart feels towards him..."
"I understand, I completely understand..."
Christopher’s handso face was deep in thought, after a mont, persuading: "Don’t rush, he had his secretary schedule tomorrow’s eting, surely to clarify things. Overnight is enough ti for him to do a paternity test."
Alia grew even more anxious hearing this.
Christopher turned to her, "Tomorrow... will you go?"
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