This child is so strong that it breaks one’s heart, Cheyenne silently quickened her pace.
“Grandpa, I need to use the restroom,” Cierra suddenly said.
Channing had to take her away, “Alright, I’ll take you.”
When they reached the women’s restroom, he couldn’t go in, so he waited outside for Cierra.
“Grandpa is waiting for you at the door. Can you go in by yourself, little Cierra? If not, Grandpa will find a nurse to help you,” he said.
Previously at home, it was the maid who took her.
Cierra shook her head, “It’s okay, Grandpa, I can do it~”
After a while inside, when she came out, she didn’t see Grandpa, so she had to look around nearby.
Unintentionally, she walked into a ward.
The door was not closed, and Cierra saw a little boy lying on the bed at a glance,
It was the bad boy who had just tried to take her cake.
Under the light, his skin looked very pale, his eyes tightly closed, with bandages on his forehead, oozing a lot of blood.
Mrs. Dodson stood by his bedside, her expression indescribable, neither good nor bad.
Clutching tightly onto the report in her hand.
After a while, a middle-aged man in a black suit appeared and gently patted her shoulder from behind.
“Alright, even though Justice is not related by blood, my parents like him a lot, and we have raised him for so many years, just let nature take its course.”
“As for the child we mistakenly missed, we must find him no matter what.”
The man’s words were immediately met with his wife’s opposition.
“You didn’t see the way he looked just now, like he wanted to eat someone up!”
Mrs. Dodson could never forget those eyes, filled with hatred, disdain…
Even if he was her own son, she didn’t care. Justice was much more well-behaved.
“Besides, it was found that the child has a 1% criminal gene. With your current position, if you end up with a son who becomes a murderer, it won’t just be our faces that are lost!”
Mrs. Dodson disliked that child, because she was the daughter of a murderer.
Back then, she was able to marry Paxton Dodson by making up a perfect family background excuse for herself.
However, when the child was born, he caught the doctor’s scalpel and almost hurt her.
Later, she secretly took the child to a genetic expert for help in identification.
The report stated that this child was different from ordinary children; he had 99% high intelligence and 1% criminal gene.
If not properly nurtured in the future, he would undoubtedly become the most perfect and terrifying murderer.
Mrs. Dodson was so angry upon hearing that she wanted to kill the child on the spot. When she was young, she had endured countless contempt because her father was a murderer.
After marrying into a wealthy family, she thought that having a son could bring her pride; she never expected that it would just shatter all her pride.
So she secretly switched the child she gave birth to with the child of the couple who gave birth on the same day as her.
She only knew that the family’s surname was Foster. They were country folks.
She thought she would never meet them again in her life, but fate seemed to lead her to meet them at the Eaton family banquet and a conflict ensued.
Compared to his wife’s views, the man seemed to lean more towards his own biological son.
After all, no matter how well a foster child is raised, without the bond of blood, there always seems to be a gap.
“We could have the child adopted back, if you are worried about him becoming a murderer in the future, then raise him in the countryside.”
“Whether that family agrees or not, and if the truth is revealed, what should we do if they want my Justice back?”
“Well…”
After all, the child had called him “dad” for eight years; he was not willing to give the child back even if he had to.
“So, what should we do now?”
Mrs. Dodson pondered for a while and said, “Anyway, the Foster family doesn’t know he is in our hands yet. How about we keep the child locked up in a secret room, so only the two of us know.”
“In the future, give him food and books every day, it’s better to keep him under watch to prevent him from growing into a murderer.”
Mr. Dodson felt that this method was not good; wouldn’t it be a disguised imprisonment?
“I… Let me see the child first, if things don’t work out, then we’ll send him back to the old house.”
“It’s up to you, but I will never let Justice go back to the Foster family.”
…
Cierra, who was eavesdropping outside the door, was shocked by the conversation between the couple. She quickly covered her mouth with her small hand and ran back.
She had to find William and tell him to leave quickly.
Seeing his wife so stubborn, Mr. Dodson didn’t know how to persuade her.
In fact, he was also afraid that the child would become a stain on his reputation in the future, so he decided to go see for himself before making a decision.
However, after Mr. Dodson left, Mrs. Dodson, who remained in the ward, made a shocking decision.
She decided to-kill the child!
This way, nothing would be discovered, and Justice would become the only heir of the Dodson family.
To avoid her husband knowing it was her idea, she contacted someone she never wanted to see again in her life.
“Help me kill a child, name your price.”
Inside the ward, Cheyenne had just treated William’s wound and was walking back to the sink to clean her hands.
It was then that her father hurriedly ran back, saying that the child was missing again.
“What? How could this happen?”
“I don’t know, I waited outside the restroom for a long time and didn’t see her, I searched all around too.”
Worried that Cierra had been abducted again, Cheyenne immediately decided to seek help from the hospital to search together.
“Aunt Cheyenne, could Cierra have gone to buy ice cream? I’ll help you find her too.”
He was still injured and not easy to move around.
Cheyenne declined his offer.
“No need, you stay here and wait for us. Don’t run around.”
This time she made up her mind that she would definitely spank Cierra hard when she got back for always running around!
“But…”
“William is a good boy, I know, but if your wound opens up, it will leave a scar.”
“My daughter only likes good-looking little boys.”
The last sentence successfully convinced William, and he carefully touched his forehead before finally deciding to stay.
Father and daughter retraced their steps, and just as they reached the entrance of the restroom, they saw Cierra running out of breath.
Sweat streamed down her chubby face.
“Mom, Grand… Grandpa, quickly… I want to find William.”
Cheyenne was almost enraged by her, arms crossed with a cold expression on her face as she asked, “Where did you run off to again? Do you really think I wouldn’t dare to spank you?”
Cierra, teary-eyed, grabbed her skirt and shook her head.
“Mom, I know I was wrong.”
The father also interceded for Cierra.
“Cheyenne, as long as the child is back safely, everything is fine. Don’t get angry and scare her.”
“Grandpa, let’s hurry back to find William. I heard the bad auntie saying she would take him back.”