Lea could picture a woman of striking beauty, for only such a woman could have birthed such an attractive child.
After she had escorted Adrian to the door of his suite, she didnât pry any further. âRight, go find your dad now. Donât worry, I wonât tell anyone about you.â She assured him.
Adrian nodded, thanked her again, and obediently entered the suite alone.
After watching Adrian enter, Lea stood in the corridor, lost in thought.
She had a nagging feeling that the boyâs face reminded her of someone she had met when she was younger. Initially, she couldnât figure out who it might be, but when she heard âTristanâ describe how he was mistakenly brought here, a memory from years ago resurfaced.
That year, after a bitter argument with her father, her mother stormed out of the house, taking Lea with her. During their journey, they had a car accident. Her mother was in critical condition and urgently needed a blood transfusion.
Her mother had a rare blood type, and there was not enough blood of that type in the hospitalâs blood bank.
Just then, a beautiful lady appeared like an angel and dohated a generous amount of blood, saving her motherâs life.
That good Samaritanâs face was still vivid in Leaâs mind. Tristanâ and Tristan shared a resemblance with that lady.
Could such coincidences really happen?
Could it be that Tristanâs biological mother was the good Samaritan who saved her motherâs life?
Adrian carried that painting into the bedroom to find Marcus.
Marcus was sitting in his wheelchair, enjoying the breeze on the balcony alone.
âDad.â
Adrian carefully called out as he approached the balcony, worried that he might startle his father.
Marcus, who had already heard his son coming in, turned his head and gently responded, âWhy are you back alone?â
Adrian hid the painting behind his back. âDad, I got something really nice. You can give it to mom next time she visits. Sheâll be really happy.â Marcus raised an eyebrow in curiosity. âOh? What is this thing that can make your mom so happy?â
Adrian grinned, revealing the painting he had been hiding. âDad, look! This painting!â
Marcus looked at the landscape painting unfurled before him. It was beautifully done, but he couldnât figure out what made it so special.
âDoes your mom like this painting?â
Adrian nodded enthusiastically. âYes! My mom loves paintings by this artist. If you give her this painting, sheâll be absolutely thrilled and start to like you more.â With a hint of helplessness, Marcus patted his sonâs head, appreciating his efforts. The boy still didnât know that he and his mom were actually a couple. âCan you tell me why your mom likes this artistâs paintings so much?â
Adrian saw no reason to hide the truth from his handsome dad. âWell⦠because this artist⦠Dad, Mom doesnât want us to tell anyone about this. Iâm only telling you, so you canât betray my trust, okay?â
Marcus nodded. âDonât worry, I wonât.â
With that assurance, Adrian finally relaxed and shared the secret. âBecause this artist might be my grandmother, Momâs mom.â