Chapter 243: Chapter 243



He kept repeating to himself that the toy was fake. If he got scared, he would fall into the bad guy’s trap.

He must not be afraid.

He walked to the bed firmly and pulled the blanket. There was nothing there. He turned around and looked at Matthew, who was standing in the doorway, “Where’s the dummy?” Matthew had asked the others to throw it away before taking Samuel there.

Samuel was so bold that Matthew was relieved and proud of him.

He walked in and his large palm rested on Samuel’s head. He stroked Samuel affectionately, “You’re a brave boy.”

“Of course,” Samuel looked up, he showed an arrogant pattern, “I was born for Mama, of course I’m brave. I said I’ll protect her when I’m older, but…”

His mother was angry when they went upstairs.

What was he to do?

“Mom seems upset,” Samuel blinked.

Matthew saw him, “Come on.”

He took Samuel downstairs and sent him to eat with Boyce and the rest in the VIP room. Then, he went to check on Dolores.

g Ɐ lnσ ν𝓮 ℓs․com, your storytelling home Dolores was standing on the stairs. She was contradicted and her mind was in disarray.

She regretted not blocking them at that moment.

Matthew stopped walking at the sight of Dolores. Then he walked toward her with a firm, slow step, “You should trust our son.”

Dolores turned around and looked at the man standing there. Of course she trusted her son, but he was only five years old!

“Matthew, are you crazy!” she rushed at him and kicked him. He stood still as an upright mountain and let her throw the tantrum.

Dolores was excited, she kept waving her hands around. Matthew was worried she was going to hurt herself. He took her hands and hugged her dominantly.

“Calm down.”

“You’re hurting him a second time by asking him to see you again. How can I keep calm? If he goes crazy, I’ll hate myself forever.”

Matthew stroked her back and said deeply, “Stay calm, he won’t freak out.”

His hands and voice seemed to have magic. Dolores calmed down as she lay in his arms.

She raised her head and looked at him. Dolores could clearly see the hair on his face at close range. Her skin was clear, “How is she?”

“She’s fine,” Matthew sighed lightly, “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

Dolores lowered her head and explained, “I don’t want to mistrust you, I just…”

“You don’t trust your son?” Matthew interrupted her.

Matthew knew she was worried that her son would be harmed.

“He’s a kid, he’ll grow up and face other people in the future. Sometimes the thought of people is more horrible than the doll. He must learn to cope with it and overcome it. Overprotecting him is not good for him.”

She knew what Matthew meant, he simply loved her son very much.

“Can you ask my permission before you want to do something?” Dolores was not as ruthless as Matthew.

She realized there was a mistake in his words, she quickly elaborated, “I mean the child issue, you should discuss it with me.”

She didn’t want Matthew to misunderstand that she wanted to get involved in his affairs.

Matthew smiled, his eyes sparkling, he purposely said, “What if I don’t want to discuss it with you?”.

Dolores raised her hand and pretended to hit him, “I’ll hit you…”.

Matthew grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, “Hit here.” He grabbed her hand and put it to his face.

Dolores merely said, a man’s face should not be hit easily.

She took her hand back, “Don’t play.”

Matthew didn’t play with her anymore. They were sad about the incident with the doll, but then they got rid of the sadness. He held her shoulder, “You must be hungry, let’s get something to eat.”

Indeed, Dolores was hungry, she did not eat all day.

After Lacey’s fashion store was trashed, she got rid of it. She stayed home these days and didn’t look for another job.

Charles found her in his residential area.

She was carrying some food, it looked like she was coming back after buying things. She was stunned to see Charles, then quickly ran to him, “Why are you here?”.

Charles smiled, “I just wanted to visit, how are you lately?”

Lacey smiled, “Pretty good.”

The mood was quiet.

The worst part of the conversation was that neither of them suddenly had anything to say.

It was awkward.

“You just have your food now?” Charles looked at the things in his hand and spoke first.

“Yes,” Lacey lowered her head.

“Can you let me in?” Charles smiled.

“My pleasure,” Lacey quickly stepped in front of him and led the way.

“Are you staying here alone?” asked Charles as they entered the elevator.

Lacey nodded, “Yes, I rarely go back to my foster parents’ house after I grow up. They don’t treat me well, I don’t like going back. I’ve already saved some money when I managed my fashion store. I plan to find other things to do.”

“That’s great,” Charles lamented as he looked at her. She was a naive girl when they stayed at the orphanage. She had a close friendship with him. She did not live happily after she was adopted. When they were reunited, he helped her, then only she had a better life.

How was it possible for her to do something like that?

“Why are you coming to see me today?” Lacey held the plastic bags in her hand.

“Nothing, I just want to see you, can’t I do that?” Charles was still smiling.

Lacey smiled too, “I’m so glad you’re visiting me. If I can help you with anything, tell me sincerely.”

The elevator stopped as they spoke.

Tom pushed Charles out of the elevator as Lacey went ahead and opened the door.

The condo he was staying in was small, but with all the necessary amenities.

It was well kept and clean.

“My place is a little small,” Lacey set things on the table and poured a glass of water for Charles.

“Thank you,” Charles received it, who held it and didn’t drink. He looked around the house, his gaze finally settling on the picture frame on the dresser next to her bed.

It was the picture they had taken of each other during their childhood.

He remembered that the photo had been taken the day he was adopted by Nathan.

Lacey went forward and picked up the frame. She looked at the people in the photo, smiled and said, “We are so young at that time. How nice it is that we are not separated.”

Charles was touched, not by Lacey, but by the past.

“I don’t expect you still have it.”

Charles was surprised that he could still see the picture taken of her at her orphanage.

Lacey rested her finger on the boy’s face in the photo, “I didn’t live well after I was adopted. I look at him every time I’m discouraged. Then, he gives me the courage to live.”

Evidently, her words were serious. Charles pretended not to understand her words, “I have something to do, I will go now. You can contact me if you need help.”

“I’m sorry, I…” Lacey realized she had said the wrong thing.

She was sorry.

“Don’t worry,” Charles didn’t care about that, he couldn’t answer her so he just pretended not to understand.

He just made her his friend and relative.

No further relationship.

“I’ll walk you out,” Lacey lowered the frame, she was panicking.

Charles looked at the people in the photo. Obviously, the photo was specially processed because the traditional photo could not be kept for long.

“Don’t put a picture like that next to your bed.”

Lacey looked at him, speechless, “Okay.”

“Come on.”

Tom pushed him out of the room. Lacey sent him to the elevator, Charles motioned to him, “Don’t follow me anymore, come back.”

Lacey didn’t leave, she stood in front of the elevator.

Soon, the elevator door closed. Disappearing from her sight, Tom voiced his opinion, “Mrs. Ward seems nice, I don’t think she does that sort of thing.” Charles showed a bored expression.

He believed Matthew wouldn’t make erroneous speculations, but he didn’t think Lacey would do that sort of thing.

“Send someone to watch what she does at home every day.”

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