THE FORGOTTEN HEIRES Chapter 210: Develop Your Mental Capacity

Chapter 210: Develop Your ntal Capacity

After putting the annoying man in his place, Elvis moved to another corner where he was sure the man wouldn’t interrupt him again.

Johnson ended up not saying anything as he couldn’t just ask the little guy who his father was without arousing the little guy’s suspicions.

He could tell that the boy already saw him as a nuisance, more so, he looked like soone who would be difficult to get along with.

He didn’t have the sweet innocence of children his age that one could easily coax into doing things.

He waited outside, occasionally throwing sneaky glances at the little boy.

The more he looked at him, the more he felt he needed to get to the root of the boy’s identity.

He rembered the information his boss had asked him to look into before the event started but he was yet to get the reply from the person he had contacted for that.

He dialed the person’s number again and as soon as the call connected the person on the other end spoke first.

"I’ve just sent it to your mail."

Almost imdiately, he received a beep as the ssage ca in.

He clicked on it and was sohow not surprised at the outco.

All he needed to do now was confirm what this little guy’s na was.

As he made up his mind again to approach the little guy, he saw soone coming out from the clinic.

He straightened his suit, putting on his most dignified look before stepping forward.

"Excuse , Madam," he said to the staff that just ca out.

"Yes, what can I do for you, Sir?" The staff answered politely.

There were so many dignified people in the school today that she dared not look down on anyone.

Moreso, the person standing before her was too elegant to be just an ordinary person. He looked more like soone from the upper circle.

"I’m here to see President Hudson, I’m his assistant," he said with the air of soone that was used to people obeying his every order.

He wondered where that confidence had disappointed to when he was facing that little boy.

"Ok sir, I will get him for you," the staff said and went back into the clinic, but ca out almost imdiately.

"President Hudson is not ready to see anyone now. If you’ll excuse

sir, I have to run an errand."

"Thank you Madam," Johnson said and brought out his phone to call his boss.

"Speak," was the terse order he got as soon as the phone was connected.

"I’m here with a change of clothes for you boss."

There was silence on the other end and just when Johnson thought he didn’t hear him, a cold voice sounded from the other end.

"If you don’t have anything important to say, go back to the office and sort out so docunts."

"Boss?"

The next thing that followed was a dull tone from the headpiece.

’What is going on with him?’ Without knowing who the child was he has beco so addicted to the little girl.

What will happen if he finds out that she was his daughter. Because the report he just got had clearly said that that girl was Eleanor Wyatt, one of Kathleen’s children.

So if the little boy he had just seen was also her child, since she had two children in the school, wouldn’t that explain the resemblance between them?

Well, he had no choice but wait until he was ready to see him. More so, he still needed to know the na of that boy so that he will have complete details when reporting to his boss.

With that, he looked for soone else to confirm the boy’s na.

This ti, luck was on his side as one of his friends called out at that mont.

"Elvis, can you sit down for a while, we are sure Eleanor would be alright."

He stopped pacing and threw back a retort. "How do you know she will be alright? No one has co out to tell us anything."

"Why not give your uncle a call," Graham suggested. "Maybe he has forgotten that we are all waiting here."

"My wristwatch is in my bag. I removed it when the event was about to start," Elvis said regrettably.

"But you can use your aunt’s phone," Sophia said.

Elvis’s eyes lit up. "Yes, I can ask Aunt Cheryl to give him a call instead."

His eyes darted around but soon narrowed into a thin line.

"I can’t seem to find her anywhere. Where has she gone to? She was here not long ago," he remarked.

"I also saw her when we arrived. Could she have sneaked into the clinic when we were not paying attention?"

"Quit talking nonsense, Sophia. She is a full grown human. How can we not see her sneaking in? Now I can see that all you do all day is bury yourself in cartoons like my sister, how will you ever develop your ntal capacity that way?"

Sophia who had been scolded for the first ti by Elvis was as shy as a mouse and couldn’t even lift up her head.

Johnson almost burst out in laughter at the corner from where he was listening to them, but pretending not to be interested in their conversation.

The little guy’s taunts were also as piercing as President Hudson’s. He can already foresee that his days will no longer remain the sa if the little guy turns out to be his boss’s son in the end.

He has been able to confirm from his friends that he was Elvis, the sa na as the one sent to him as Kathleen’s second child.

Ard with the complete information, he tried to call his boss again with the aim of luring him out to co and change but he refused to pick his call.

’Should I just forward the information to him the way it was sent to him?’

He decided against it. It will be better if I discuss the details with him. Especially the identity of the little boy who was a carbon copy of him.

As soon as he made up his mind, the teacher ca out but this ti around, the person carrying the little girl was President Jason.