Finding Vincent’s whereabouts wasn’t difficult. Cheyenne found Emelia’s name in the patient’s family visit records.
Vincent and Emelia were siblings. Vincent, being at his wits’ end, would surely seek help from his sister.
Cheyenne quickly got Gordon to investigate Emelia’s current whereabouts. Five years ago, they moved out of the old mansion, and Emelia cut ties with the Foley family completely, never visiting again.
Perhaps feeling guilty, after all, old Mr. Foley genuinely treated her like the Foley family’s princess. But this granddaughter did something unforgivable for the sake of her father and brother’s interests.
After a couple of hours, Gordon sent a PDF file to Cheyenne’s mailbox. Opening it, she found all the information about Emelia over the years.
Three years ago, she got married. Her husband’s name was Marco Bray, not from a wealthy or high-ranking family, just an ordinary man. Five years older than her, he had been married once before, but the marriage ended in divorce quickly, fortunately without any children, so there were no financial disputes. After graduating from university, Marco tried to start his own business and, with a few friends, opened a property management company. It wasn’t large-scale but was in an upward trajectory.
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Gordon also mentioned one thing: this young man named Marco was the nephew of Franco Church’ wife. Franco was the richest man in Yrose.
In three days, it would be Franco s father-in-law Matthias Eaton’s 80th birthday, and Marco would definitely attend. And, as his wife, Emelia would naturally accompany him.
“Alright, three days later, we’ll head to Matthias’ house. Maybe Vincent will be there, and then we can find Cierra,” Cheyenne said.
Her father nodded, “Well, now that we have information, Cheyenne, you don’t need to worry too much. Get some rest early.”
“Yeah, Dad, you should rest early too.”
After exchanging “goodnight,” father and daughter went back to their rooms to rest.
When Cheyenne hobbled back to her room, she found Oliver had already fallen asleep. There were a pair of pink bunny slippers at the door, which he had specially prepared for her.
There was a heart-shaped sticky note on them with neatly written words, “Mom, if your feet hurt, remember to wear these slippers. I’ve prepared showering water in the bathroom.” Cheyenne’s heart felt warm.
After soaking her feet in the bathroom, Cheyenne prepared to change her bandages.
Pushing the door, she found Oliver had neatly arranged everything she needed – gauze, antiseptic, cotton swabs – on the bedside table. There was also a cup of honey water, just the right temperature.
Cheyenne casually stuck the sticky note into her diary. From now on, flipping through her diary would reveal her son’s messages. It was nice.
On the other side, the sky was getting late, and the sunset glow enveloped the entire city. The distant mountains and nearby skyscrapers echoed each other, with a red sun sandwiched between them, dyeing the clouds into a beautiful scenery.
A gentle night breeze brushed the hair of a little girl, her messy braids making her look extremely unruly. With her fair and tender skin, she attracted the attention of many passersby. The off-white hoodie she wore was dirty, and her small leather shoes were covered in mud.
She carried a plastic bag bigger than her body, symbolically containing three to five empty plastic bottles. Cierra’s face got dirty, looking like a pitiful little creature, evoking sympathy.
“William.” Cierra’s sweet voice sounded in the little boy’s ear.
The little boy, who was concentrating on his “work,” paused slightly, picking up a water bottle from the street and putting it into his garbage bag. His bag was also large but filled with bottles.
Hearing his sister calling, William stopped and turned to look at her gently, asking, “What’s wrong, Cierra?”
Cierra pursed her pink lips unhappily, patting her little belly with her hand and said tearfully, “Hungry… I want food, Brother, I want to eat.”
They had just come out of Old Bray’s house two hours ago. Before leaving, Paisley had fed the little girl a bowl of pork congee, and half an apple. She was small in stature but had a big appetite.
“Alright, Cierra, what do you want to eat?”
Cierra tilted her head and pondered for a moment, then pointed her finger at the convenience store nearby. The owner had put a freezer outside with posters of ice cream on it. As soon as the little girl saw the ice cream, her eyes widened, and she subconsciously swallowed saliva.
“I want ice cream.”
William chuckled helplessly, “But aren’t you hungry? Can ice cream satisfy your hunger?”
“It can. I’m not too hungry, just a little bit.”
Now the problem was they didn’t have any money, but William didn’t want to see his sister disappointed.
He suddenly had an idea.
“I know where Old Bray usually sells these things, Cierra, let’s go.”
“Where? Ice cream…”
Cierra thought she couldn’t have ice cream and felt like crying.
The next moment, William whispered mysteriously in her ear, “Let’s go back and take more bottles from the yard, then sell them for money.”
This way, they could buy ice cream for his sister.
As for why they had to go back to the yard to get bottles, that was because William had promised to help Old Bray pick up bottles a few days ago. Although he exchanged them for food expenses, he couldn’t resist satisfying Cierra’s wish to eat ice cream.
“I see, let’s go back quickly!”
Cierra’s eyes lit up, excitedly grabbing William’s hand.
William looked down at her chubby little hand, dirty but not disgusting at all. On the contrary, he felt warm.
“Okay.”
Half an hour later, the two little ones sneaked back into the yard.
Old Bray was sitting in a rocking chair, sound asleep, with the palm-leaf fan falling to the ground without his notice.
“William, Grandpa is asleep!”
“Shh, let’s be quiet and take them.”
Cierra obviously didn’t understand why they had to take the bottles quietly. After all, these bottles were picked up by William. But since he said they could buy ice cream, she’d listen to him.
Old Bray, who was still in his dreams, didn’t know about the actions of the two little ones. He turned over in his sleep and snored even louder.