“And do you think it would be difficult for the police to find him with the high-tech methods available nowadays? It’s just a matter of time.”
“My purpose in telling you this is actually to save you.”
After saying this, Cheyenne laughed with a “giggle,” her voice as clear and melodious as a silver bell, resonating sweetly.
Emelia was conflicted about whether to disclose her brother’s whereabouts.
In the end, fear and selfishness prevailed.
“I, I think he might be at Lovers’ Pier.”
“Lovers’ Pier? Why there?”
Cheyenne had never been to that place. In her memory, it was a poor and backward area, teeming with a mixed crowd.
It was hard to imagine Vincent, a young master accustomed to the finer things in life, suffering in a slum.
“Don’t believe me?”
Emelia spoke in a calm tone about her childhood with her brother.
It turned out that after their father left home in a huff, he quickly squandered all his money.
Franklin was addicted to gambling and had amassed a mountain of debt.
Their lives were extremely impoverished, and Emelia could only dream of eating a piece of cake when she was little.
At only ten years old, Vincent had no choice but to work as a temporary laborer at the pier.
He was too young for most jobs, as employers wouldn’t hire him.
Only at the pier, where physical strength was all that mattered, could he find work carrying bags and pushing carts to earn a meager living.
After about a year and a half, one day Franklin suddenly came into some money and bought three boat tickets, taking them away from Akloit to Metshire.
In Metshire, Vincent’s favorite activity was still to stroll and feel the breeze at the pier.
“I’ve told you everything I can. He hardly contacts me, so whether you can find him or not is up to you.”
Cheyenne nodded, choosing to believe her for once.
“I understand. See you!”
After saying this, she turned and left with a flirtatious flair.
Her chestnut wavy hair swayed attractively behind her, a style uniquely Cheyenne’s.
Her beauty was bold but not off-putting.
On the contrary… it was quite enviable.
On the other side, Channing and Old Eaton had a conversation.
Seeing Cheyenne return, he roughly guessed that the matter had been resolved satisfactorily.
“Cheyenne, shall we leave now?”
Cheyenne had made a detour to the balcony to call Gordon, instructing him and Iker to keep an eye on Lovers’ Pier.
She wasn’t sure if she would make it back in time now.
“Mhm.”
Upon hearing her decision to leave, Old Eaton quickly came forward with his cane to persuade her to stay.
“Miss Lawrence, I won’t force you if you don’t wish to write a piece of calligraphy, but since you’re here, why not stay a bit longer and enjoy yourself?”
“There are many young people at the party, how about I introduce you to a few with similar interests?”
Cheyenne couldn’t help but grimace at the thought of being introduced to young people…
“Cough, no need, thank you for your kindness, Old Mr. Eaton. We really have some matters to attend to back in Akloit.”
“I’ve agreed to your request, and I will write it down and mail it to you in a few days.”
Since they had matters to attend to, Old Eaton could not insist on keeping them any longer.
He reluctantly bid them farewell at the front door.
“Thank you, Miss Lawrence, for your kindness. There’s no rush with the writing; your business matters more.”
Just then, a panicked shout came from behind them.
“Make way, please… move aside.”
“Boohoo… William, you mustn’t be hurt.”
Boom!
That familiar crying voice!
Cheyenne and her father stiffened at the same time.
They turned around in unison to look.
A beautiful woman in a dress was seen running towards them in panic, holding a little boy with a lot of blood on his forehead.
And on Georgina’s back was another child, with a large patch of fresh blood staining her moon-white dress, a shocking sight.
Humberto followed closely behind.
Lastly, a little girl was crying her eyes out.
She wore a beautiful, flowing white chiffon dress with little butterflies embroidered on the hem, paired with a fluffy white shawl.
Her hair was tied into two little braids, coiled up and decorated with white feathered flowers.
Her face, crying like a little wretch, with familiar eyebrows and eyes…
Even the way she pouted when crying was exactly the same, if not her precious daughter, then who else could it be?
“Cierra!”
Cheyenne never expected to find her daughter, whom she had been searching for days without success, right here.
It was an unexpectedly delightful surprise.
The mother and daughter’s reunion made Cierra cry even harder;
Cheyenne’s nose tingled, and she too started to cry.
“Mommy!”
Seeing her familiar mother, Cierra let out all her grievances and worries through her tears.
The little girl ran towards her beautiful mother, and Cheyenne, lifting her dress and in her high heels, rushed to welcome her treasure.
This scene was like something out of a TV drama, where the naive and adorable little princess and her beautiful and noble queen mother were reunited, creating an extremely comforting and aesthetically pleasing picture.
“Mommy, you finally came to pick me up, boohoo.”
“Cierra, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault for not taking good care of you.”
But… she seemed to notice that her little girl had gotten a bit chubbier.
Holding her daughter’s small body tightly, Cheyenne freed one hand to pinch Cierra’s little cheek.
Indeed, she had gained some weight.
Channing approached with an equally pleasant expression.
“Cierra, look who’s here. Grandpa has come to take you home.”
“Grandpa, Cierra misses you so much.”
“I think of Grandpa when I eat, when I sleep, and also Great-grandpa, Daddy, and big brother.”
Cheyenne noticed Cierra left out mentioning her. In a playful retaliation, Cheyenne ruffled Cierra’s hair and handed her over to her father.
“Let Grandpa carry you then.”
Cierra obediently let her grandfather hold her. Suddenly, she remembered William and tugged at her mother’s sleeve, pleading in a childish tone.
“Mommy, please save William. He’s bleeding a lot.”
William referred to the boy on Georgina’s back. Cheyenne hurriedly checked him.
Although the blood on William looked terrifying, it was only a superficial wound. He had difficulty breathing now, gasping for air-this was the real reason for his unconsciousness.
“Lay him down flat, quickly.”
This time, Cheyenne had forgotten to bring her acupuncture needles in her haste, but she had used two hairpins as accessories for her dress today.
Pulling out the hairpins, she promptly applied pressure at several crucial acupoints on the boy’s body, rhythmically patting his back. Once the breathlessness eased, the boy slowly opened his eyes.
To his surprise, he was met with a face resembling an anime heroine. William was momentarily stunned.
“Cough… where is this? Where’s Cierra?”
“What did you do to her?”
The boy seemed agitated. As soon as he woke up, he was searching for Cierra, indicating a strong bond between them.
Cheyenne remembered this boy; they had briefly encountered each other in the hospital elevator. Later, she heard that he had also gone missing, never expecting him to be with her daughter Cierra.
Truly, fate worked in mysterious ways.