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Samantha Miller, carrying her eight-month pregnant belly, struggled to climb the stairs, leaning on the stair railing, preparing to go to her room to get her prenatal examination records.

As she passed her mother's room, voices of conversation leaked through the slightly ajar door.

"Mom, did Samantha go out?"

"Yeah, Uncle Tom took her to the hospital for a prenatal checkup."

It was the voices of her mother, Sarah Rodriguez, and her sister, Suzy Miller.

They seemed to be discussing something.

Driven by curiosity, Samantha approached.

Sarah's voice became clearer through the crack in the door.

"Is everything taken care of?"

"Mom, do you doubt my abilities? I've already bribed the doctor and nurse. Once she's in the delivery room, she won't come out again. When she dies, the child in her belly will smoothly inherit her shares. We have plenty of opportunities to take over."

"Haha..." Sarah chuckled triumphantly. "Samantha can't even dream that it was you who drugged her back then, sending her to someone’s bed. She thought she was just drunk. She's as foolish as her dead mother."

Suzy sneered, "If that old man hadn't protected her, we would have killed her long ago. Blame that old fool..."

"If it weren't for that old fool rejecting me and forcing your dad to marry Katia, you wouldn't have become an illegitimate daughter. In the end, Katia still died by my hands..."

Sarah turned out to be the murderer of her own biological mother?

Samantha's blood boiled throughout her body. She tightly covered her mouth, resisting the urge to kick the door open. Leaning against the wall, she turned away.

She had to tell her grandfather about this. She had to bring Sarah to justice.

But because of her large belly, she moved awkwardly and accidentally knocked over a vase in the corridor, making a faint noise.

Sarah and Suzy heard the commotion. Their hearts skipped a beat, and they opened the door. They saw Samantha, heavily pregnant, heading towards the stairs. Due to pregnancy, her movements were particularly clumsy.

The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, and Sarah quickly caught up, reaching out to support Samantha. Feigning concern, she said, "Samantha, why are you back? Weren't you supposed to go for a checkup with Uncle Tom?"

Samantha, disgusted, evaded her touch, keeping a safe distance. Her body trembled slightly, her eyes filled with panic and fear.

It was like watching an unforgivable murderer.

Her reaction confirmed Sarah's speculation.

Seeing that Samantha now knew the truth, she no longer bothered to disguise or hide, revealing her true colors and glaring menacingly at Samantha.

"Samantha, you're carrying a child now, right? Don't get too excited. In case you harm the child in your belly, it won't be good for anyone."

On the surface, it sounded like concern, but in reality, it was a threat. Using Samantha's unborn child as leverage.

Samantha naturally understood. Waves of anger surged into her chest. She glared fiercely at Sarah and staggered towards the door.

Sarah had reached a state of madness. She had to immediately tell the truth to her grandfather. She had to make Sarah pay for her mother's life.

Watching Samantha's departing figure, Sarah cast a malicious look at Suzy.

Suzy understood, followed behind Samantha, and forcefully pushed her when they descended the stairs.

"Ah..."

Samantha screamed as her body lost balance and rolled down the stairs.

At the moment of impact, her lower abdomen hit the ground, a piercing pain spreading from her abdomen to her entire body, and large patches of blood flowed from her legs...

A strong smell of blood permeated the air.

"Ugh..."

Samantha was in pain, cold sweat pouring down. She tried to get up but couldn't muster any strength. After struggling a few times, she couldn't resist the encroaching darkness, falling to the ground unconscious.

...

Emergency room of the hospital.

Samantha, covered in blood, lay on the operating table. The sharp pain in her lower abdomen felt like a blender churning her insides, causing her whole body to tremble, and cold sweat poured out.

Several blurry white figures moved in front of her eyes. Tears flowed uncontrollably. She wanted to cry for help, for her child, but she had no strength. She could not utter a word and could only endure.

At this moment, her mind held only one thought--Her child must be safe, absolutely safe!

Suddenly, she felt a surge of warmth beneath her, as if something was desperately trying to come out. Soon, the entire operating table was dyed red.

In a daze, she faintly heard the doctor saying, "It's too late. The child couldn't be saved, a lovely baby boy. What a pity..."

....

Four years later.

Hotel’s VIP private room, five women sitting around a table.

"Come, let's celebrate Lila's return to the country. If it weren't for Lila, our Sky Group wouldn't have been able to successfully enter the top 100 companies in the capital. Let's continue to work hard and strive to replace the Miller family, becoming the leader of the jewelry industry in the capital."

The speaker was a woman in her forties, with shoulder-length hair and a sharp dress sense. She was one of the partners of the Sky Group, Wendy.

And the Lila she mentioned was none other than Samantha, who had been missing for four years and had just returned to the country.

Samantha tied her chestnut-colored, slightly curly hair into a high ponytail. Her lips, in a beautiful cherry blossom color, exuded a simple yet fashionable aura in her plain professional attire.

"It’s a pleasure working together." She politely raised the glass in her hand, tilting her head back to finish the red wine.

After some pleasantries, they began discussing business matters while having their meal.

"Wendy, seated next to Samantha, relayed the latest news to her. 'In six months, Miss Ellena of the Steele family will be marrying Albert Davis, the heir of the Davis family. The Steeles wish to present Ellena with a distinctive set of jewelry as a dowry. You've received an invitation and they're interested in collaborating with you.'"

Samantha squinted her eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in her beautiful amber eyes.

Ellena--Ethan Steele's younger sister... Suzy's future sister-in-law.

The Steele family was the largest family in the capital. Ethan was the current head of the Steele family and the president of the Emperor Group.

Four years ago, Ethan Steele, who was unmarried, suddenly had a son, and the child's biological mother was Suzy.

The Steele family's elders loved this suddenly arrived grandson to the core. They spared no expense for his full-month celebration, spending billions.

The grandeur was unprecedented.

As a great contributor to the Steele family, Suzy was immediately engaged to him by the Steele family's elders.

But for some unknown reason, four years had passed, and the two were still engaged, with no wedding ceremony held.

Even so, the Miller family's status in the capital had risen, and they successfully entered the ranks of the top ten families.

Seeing her silent, Wendy continued, "Of course, with the Steele family's position in the capital, there are many people who want to take on this project. You are just one of the invited, and the Miller family is also included. Whether you can successfully collaborate depends on personal ability."

Afraid that Samantha would be angry, Wendy quickly explained, "I believe with your strength, you can secure this project. This way, you can establish a connection with the Steele family and strike a blow against the Miller family."

Samantha smiled, lightly clinking her wine glass with Wendy's. "Of course, this project is a must-win for me."

She wanted more than just this project.

She wanted everything related to Suzy.

If it weren't for Suzy back then, her son wouldn't have been born and died prematurely.

She didn't even have a chance to see him.

Yet, Suzy's son became the heir of the first family.

Why?

She founded the Sky Group, worked hard to study jewelry design, won numerous awards in global jewelry design competitions, all with the goal of replacing the Miller family and becoming the leader in the jewelry industry.

As for Suzy...

She wanted her to taste the bitterness of being forsaken by everyone and losing everything!

—

During the banquet, Samantha drank a bit too much and stood up to go to the restroom.

Just as she exited, she saw a familiar small figure standing in the corridor, looking around.

The little one appeared to be only four or five years old but possessed a face that could enchant anyone. His eyes were pitch black and bright, a small, straight nose complementing the peach-like pink lips. He seemed like a little male model straight out of a magazine.

Samantha frowned displeased and walked over.

"Alexander Miller, why are you here? Didn't I tell you and your sister to wait at home? What if something dangerous happened? Where is your sister?"

Noah's tender little face was tense, his pink lips tightly pressed into a line, showing a level of sophistication and coldness beyond his years. "Your tricks are outdated!"

Samantha didn't understand and was momentarily puzzled, "What?"

Noah said coldly, "Give up on that idea! My dad will never like a woman like you who doesn't respect herself."

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

In the blink of an eye, the boy was gone at the corner of the corridor.

"Hmph..."

She couldn't help but laugh.

Unexpectedly, her son not only sneaked out but also scolded her for not respecting herself.

The little rascal, feeling mischievous again?

But upon second thought, something seemed off. Her son was known for being mischievous and troublesome. Usually, when he saw her, he would immediately jump into her arms, slobbering all over her face.

But today, he was all serious and mature, as if he had completely changed.

Samantha took a quick step and caught up with Noah, pulling him up into her arms.

"What are you doing? Quickly put me down." Noah's tiny eyebrows were tightly knitted together, his face full of vigilance.

Seeing his somewhat old-fashioned appearance, Samantha not only wasn't angry but also excitedly planted a kiss on his face. "You little brat, I love your look, so cute..."

"You...!"

Feeling inexplicably taken advantage of, Noah was about to explode in anger. Just as he was about to erupt, Samantha pressed him into her embrace. "I've finished my business. I'll go in, say hello to them, and then we'll go home together."

Noah, feeling embarrassed, blushed deeply.

As he was about to resist, suddenly, a faint fragrance filled his nostrils. He was slightly stunned, greedily taking another breath.

This scent was so familiar, so warm.

It gave him an inexplicable sense of peace and security, smoothing out his irritable emotions. He even greedily wanted to stay in her arms.

He didn't feel this way even when facing his biological mother, Suzy.

Samantha didn't notice his unusual reaction and carried him into the private room.

The people in the room, seeing her with an extra person, cast curious glances at her.

Samantha explained with a smile, "This is my son, Alexander, nicknamed Alex."

She had given birth to twins.

Her son died at birth, leaving only her and her daughter--Charlotte. By chance, she encountered the infant Alexander. For some reason, at the first sight of him, she was reminded of her deceased son, feeling a strange closeness. So, even though she was already overwhelmed at that time, she still adopted him without hesitation.

Then, she left the capital with her two children, and four years had passed.

During these four years, they relied on each other. She treated Alexander as her biological son, and Alexander believed he and Charlotte were twins, unaware of his true identity.

Listening to her introduction, everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

They couldn't believe that the twenty-something Lila had a son this big.

Ignoring their curious looks, Samantha turned to Wendy. "I need to personally meet Ellena Steele to provide a specific plan. Arrange a time for me."

Her words made Noah raise an eyebrow slightly. Why did she want to meet his aunt? What was the point?

Wendy, understanding Samantha's usual style, nodded in agreement.

After finishing the conversation, Samantha, concerned about her daughter at home, exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving.

Having had a bit too much to drink today, Samantha arranged for a designated driver.

Leaning back in the chair, she massaged her slightly throbbing temples, and like any other mother, she rambled on.

"Alex, I forgive you today. Don't run around randomly in the future. You're only four years old, and it's dangerous outside. What if you encounter a bad person? I have worked so hard to raise you this big. If something happens to you, I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Noah's deep voice interrupted her, "Why do you want to see Ellena Steele?"

Samantha, not suspecting anything, casually replied, "Ellena's wedding is in half a year. I am planning to design wedding jewelry for her. If I don't meet her in person, how can I understand her requirements?"

Noah understood, his sharp eyes fixed on Samantha's face, full of doubt.

Who was this woman?

Why did she mistake him for her son?

How could a biological mother mistake her own son?

Unless they looked extremely alike, so much so that even the closest people couldn't distinguish them.

Feeling his intense gaze and the powerful aura emanating from him, Samantha furrowed her brow in confusion. Something flashed through her mind, but the aftereffects of the alcohol were too strong. Her head felt a bit dizzy, and she couldn't capture any useful information before it disappeared.

Half an hour later, they arrived at their destination.

Samantha held the small hand of Noah, walking through the small paths paved with cobblestones in the residential area.

Noah, afraid of going further, stood still, making a desperate expression, "I need to pee."

Samantha said, "Hold on, we're almost home."

Noah's little face wrinkled up, looking very uncomfortable, "No, I can't hold it."

Helpless, Samantha pointed to a restroom behind a fake mountain not far away, "There's a restroom behind the fake mountain. Go there by yourself, I'll wait here for you."

Noah nodded and ran behind the fake mountain.

Samantha waited in place for him.

One minute.

Two minutes.

...

Five minutes passed.

Noah still hadn't come out.

Samantha, fearing something happened, softly called, "Alexander?"

No response from behind the fake mountain.

Anxiety surged through her. Just as she was about to go look for him, a familiar voice came from behind, "Mommy..."

—

The next moment, a familiar figure rushed toward her, jumped into her arms, and kissed her face, "Mommy, you're finally back. I missed you so much."

Samantha, a bit angry, patted his bottom, "You naughty boy, after peeing, didn't you know to come back the same way? You scared me!"

After speaking, she realized something was off, puzzled, "Weren't you wearing white casual clothes just now? How did you suddenly change into white sportswear?"

Alexander thought she had drunk too much, rolled his eyes, and said, "I've been wearing this outfit all along. You must be drunk. I and Charlotte made a lemonade for you upstairs. Hurry and drink some!"

Samantha: "..."

Really?

Did she drink too much and see things wrong?

Samantha shook her head vigorously, not thinking too much, and carried Alexander into the front apartment.

Once they entered the apartment, Noah walked out from behind the fake mountain with a serious expression. His deep ink-black eyes stared without blinking in the direction Samantha disappeared, his cherry-red lips tightly pursed into a line.

There was actually a little boy who looked exactly like him.

According to biology, aside from identical twins, two different individuals could not look exactly the same.

But his biological mother and father had never mentioned having a twin brother.

What on earth was going on?

While Noah was lost in thought, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He took out his phone and, upon seeing the caller ID, his usually serious face couldn't hold up. It started to crack, and his lips even trembled a bit as he spoke, "Dad..."

...

Twenty minutes later.

Several sleek black Bentleys surrounded a roaring Maybach, smoothly coming to a stop at the side of the road.

A dozen black-clad bodyguards emerged from the cars.

The door of the Maybach was pushed open, and a handsome man in a black suit stepped out, exuding an icy aura colder than midwinter as he walked towards Noah standing by the roadside.

The man had a sharply defined handsome face, perfect to the point of being impeccable.

Against the light, he seemed like a deity descended from the heavens, shrouded in the majesty of a superior being.

Exquisite cufflinks, delicate wristwatch—every detail spoke of this man's significant background.

Noah stood obediently, hands folded on his abdomen, and muttered, "Father..."

Ethan's gaze was cold and indifferent as he looked at Noah. There was no expression on his face. "Why did you come here alone? You have one minute to explain."

Noah lowered his head, biting his lip, remaining silent.

Seeing him not speaking, Ethan impatiently urged, "Speak."

"Sorry!"

The response to Ethan was a brief word apology without any additional information.

Ethan's thin lips pressed into a tight line. Watching Noah's submissive demeanor, he suddenly felt a twinge of reluctance. Suppressing the surging anger, he instructed his subordinates, "Take the young master home. Reflect on your actions. Without my orders, you are not allowed to step out of the house."

"Yes!"

His assistant, Jade, quickly took action, wasting no time in escorting Noah into the leading Bentley, swiftly driving away.

The remaining bodyguards accompanied Noah.

Watching the departing Bentley, Ethan's anger remained unabated. His face turned ashen as he adjusted his tie, ready to get into his car and leave, when suddenly, his legs were grabbed.

He lowered his head to look.

It was an unexpectedly cute three or four-year-old girl.

The little girl was exceptionally adorable, with rosy cheeks and round, big eyes. She had two small buns on her head, and a pink hairband danced on top like two fluttering butterflies.

The little girl tilted her small head, blinking her watery big eyes excitedly, "Daddy, you're finally back! Why did it take you so long? Charlotte missed you so much."

Ethan, known for his limited patience, never wasted time and energy on unimportant people and matters. However, looking at the little girl's rosy cheeks in front of him, he surprisingly found some patience he rarely possessed and didn't immediately leave. "You've mistaken someone else for me."

Charlotte shook her little head like a tambourine, "No, Charlotte doesn't make mistakes. You and brother look so alike; you must be my daddy. Daddy hug, I want Daddy to hug..."

As she spoke, she used her chubby little hands to pull at Ethan's pants, kicking her short legs incessantly, attempting to climb up. However, due to her small stature and short legs, she couldn't manage to climb up, leaving her hanging on Ethan.

"..."

Ethan's handsome face darkened slightly, and his temple throbbed visibly.

He was never good at dealing with children.

It was precisely because of this that his son had grown into the person he was now--silent, mature beyond his years.

Facing the entanglement of the little girl, he had no idea how to handle it.

Just as he felt helpless, not knowing what to do, he heard a low growl not far ahead.

"Charlotte..."

He followed the sound.

He saw a woman in exquisite casual wear angrily walking towards them.

The woman had a slender figure, perfect features, and wore a dark gray thin-knit sweater that showcased her well-defined curves, with long and straight legs hidden beneath tight jeans.

As the woman approached, a faint fragrance spread in the air.

He was startled, his elongated eyes narrowing slightly.

This scent was so familiar.

Exactly the same as the fragrance on Suzy's body five years ago that night.

Strangely, when Suzy appeared before him again with their son, he couldn't summon the slightest interest in her. Yet today, a sense of familiarity returned in the presence of a strange woman.

Samantha's face turned grim. She picked up Charlotte by the collar and placed her aside, too occupied to reprimand her. She hurriedly apologized to Ethan, "Sir, I'm sorry, I..."

As she got a clear look at the man's face, her eyes widened in disbelief, "Sir, you look so familiar, like someone I..."

This man resembled Alexander.

The similarity in facial features and contours was as high as ninety-nine percent.

Could he be the biological father who abandoned Alexander?

Her direct gaze made Ethan uncomfortable. He frowned displeasedly and sneered, "Are you trying to say that I look a lot like your ex-boyfriend?"

Without hesitation, Samantha blurted out, "Of course not! You look exactly like my son, almost identical..."

—

The surrounding temperature instantly plummeted.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

Ethan's gloomy gaze felt icy, sending shivers down one's spine.

A chill crept up from the soles of Samantha's feet. She realized her slip of the tongue and hastily explained, "No, I didn't mean you are my son. I meant you look a lot like my son, and I suspect you might be his father..."

Uh...

Why did it feel like the more she explained, the more unclear it became?

Where did her usual eloquence go?

And unfortunately, Charlotte, oblivious to the mysterious atmosphere between them, continued to jump and cheer, "Mommy, he's Daddy! Daddy's finally back. Let's take Daddy home quickly..."

Samantha immediately covered Charlotte's small mouth and gave an apologetic smile to Ethan.

Ethan's stern face darkened. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, and compared to the coldness in his eyes, the smile on his face had a slightly more sinister edge.

He felt like he must be crazy to be here, listening to this crazy woman rambling for so long.

"Um, let me explain. The thing is, I..."

Samantha tried hard to organize her words to make things clear.

However, Ethan didn't give her a chance. He cast a cold glance at her, bent over, got into the nearby Maybach, stepped on the gas, and quickly disappeared down the road.

"Daddy... Daddy...!"

Charlotte's pouty little mouth flattened in a pitiful manner. Her eyes turned red, and she looked on the verge of tears.

Samantha felt like she had just embarrassed herself to the extreme, and it was all thanks to the little girl by her side.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the surging anger, and lifted Charlotte from the ground, speaking with a trace of annoyance, "Charlotte, do you remember what I told you? Don't run around everywhere. It's dangerous outside. What if you encounter bad people?"

Earlier, when she and Alexander returned home, they discovered that Charlotte was missing.

She panicked, and even sobered up.

She instructed Alexander to stay at home and call her immediately if Charlotte returned. Meanwhile, she searched everywhere.

She even considered calling the police if she couldn't find Charlotte in the neighborhood.

Charlotte was different from Alexander.

Alexander was clever and lively, full of ideas, and could find a way to escape even if he encountered bad people.

Charlotte, on the other hand, was the opposite--soft and cute, just like she was in her childhood. She was easily trusting, the kind of naive girl who would count money for someone even after being sold.

If she really encountered a bad person, it would be disastrous.

Luckily, Charlotte was unharmed.

Otherwise, she really didn't know what to do.

Charlotte hugged Samantha's neck, buried her little head in her arms, and sniffled, her small body trembling as she forcefully sniffed, "I secretly followed brother downstairs. I wanted to surprise you, but as I followed, I couldn't find him anymore."

Samantha sighed in her heart, speechless.

This was the kind of foolish thing her daughter would do.

Charlotte muttered softly again, "Mommy, why don't we bring Daddy home? Daddy left again. When can we see Daddy again? I miss Daddy..."

Samantha walked towards the residential area, holding Charlotte and repeating the words she had been saying for four years.

"He's not your Daddy. You've mistaken someone else. Your Daddy is an astronaut; he went to space. It will take several more years for him to come back..."

...

Chelsea Creek

Noah was safely escorted home by Jade. As he waited in the living room on the ground floor, Suzy, who had been waiting anxiously, immediately rushed over. She squatted down, intending to hug him, but before her hand could touch Noah, he avoided it with a disdainful expression on his face.

Suzy had long grown accustomed to his rejection and resistance, feeling no embarrassment at all. Instead, she smiled affectionately.

"Noah, where did you go? Do you know how worried your dad and I were? Your little uncle took you out without permission, and he didn't even take good care of you. Your dad almost crippled his legs."

Noah's dark gaze stared at Suzy's feigned expression, his face devoid of any emotion.

Suzy, feeling his gaze, was covered in goosebumps and hair standing on end.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Noah asked expressionlessly, "Do I have any brothers?"

His voice carried a chilling tone, each word exuding a cool and distant feeling.

Suzy, not understanding why he suddenly asked this, promptly denied, "No, back then, I only gave birth to you."

Noah's mouth curved in a half-smile, ambiguous and scornful, as he looked at Suzy, half mocking and half disdainful.

His expression irritated Suzy.

She trembled with anger, wishing she could strangle him.

He was truly an ungrateful wolf.

For four years, she had taken care of him wholeheartedly, trying to please him.

Yet, he still kept his distance from her.

As a baby, he was well-behaved when anyone held him except for her, as he would cry whenever she touched him.

She had thought that as he grew older, this situation would improve. As long as she treated him well, he would eventually like her, and then she could persuade Ethan to marry her.

Unexpectedly, he not only didn't help her but also stopped her from entering the house.

He was just as detestable as his birth mother.

If she had known, she would have strangled him when he was a baby. Now, she wouldn't have this stumbling block.

Suzy suppressed the anger in her heart, concealed the malice in her eyes, smiled slightly, and continued to please Noah, "Noah, I know you like corn shrimp. I started preparing the ingredients early this morning and personally cooked a dish for you. Are you hungry? I..."

"Go back. I don't want to see you."

Before she could finish her sentence, Noah coldly interrupted and went upstairs without looking back.

Suzy clenched her back molars, squeezing her hands into fists to restrain the urge to strangle Noah.

Noah climbed to the second floor and saw his little uncle, Kilian Steele, hobbling towards him from afar. His eyes glittered, as if a drowning person had grabbed the only straw for survival.

"Oh my, you've finally come back! If you didn't return, your dad would have killed me. Where did you go just now? In the blink of an eye, I couldn't find you. Do you know how worried I was? I thought I was done. I..."

With a loud "bang," Kilian's words were cut off as the door slammed shut.

—

Noah locked the door, opened his laptop, and typed in the search bar, "Is there really someone in the world who looks exactly the same but has no blood relation?"

The answers were varied.

Some said yes, some said no, and after searching for a while, he couldn't find the answer he was looking for.

Noah stared at the computer screen, lost in thought.

Why did that Alexander look exactly like him?

Why could he feel a sense of familiarity from Samantha that even his own birth mother couldn't provide?

Could the Alexander be his real brother?

Moreover, was Suzy not his real mother, but Samantha was?

A series of questions lingered in his mind.

It seemed that if he wanted to find the answers, he had to take matters into his own hands.

...

Having just returned to London, Samantha was extremely busy. She not only had to organize the house and buy household items but also had to find a kindergarten for the two little ones. After a whole day of busyness, she finally selected a kindergarten and rushed to the mall with the children for some shopping.

"Charlotte, you like strawberries. I'll buy you this red strawberry-flavored toothpaste."

"Alexander, you don't like sweet toothpaste, so I'll get you this sea salt one."

These little ones had peculiar tastes. Most kids their age liked sweet things, but not them. Alexander even avoided any hint of sweetness in toothpaste. She wondered if this unique taste resembled his father's or his mother's.

While Alexander was holding Charlotte, browsing through toys, he suddenly felt discomfort in his stomach. Holding his stomach with one hand and Charlotte with the other, he absentmindedly replied to Samantha, "Anything, as long as it's not sweet."

Samantha noticed something off about him and asked, "What's wrong? Stomachache?"

Alexander, trying to endure, nodded, "Yeah, I think I have a bit of a stomachache. I want to go to the restroom."

Samantha held his hand, concerned, "Let me take you."

Pulling his hand away, Alexander said, "No need, I'm already grown up. I can go by myself. Continue shopping; I'll be right back."

Although still worried, Samantha took out tissues from her bag and handed them to him, "The restroom is near the elevator we just came up from. Remember, don't run around. Charlotte and I will be waiting here for you."

"Got it! Remember, make sure to take good care of Charlotte. Don't lose her again."

Taking the tissues, Alexander reassured her and hurriedly left.

This scene happened to catch Noah's attention.

He was in a high-end children's clothing store, and the two sections of the store were separated by a walkway. Samantha and her family were in the daily household goods section, while Noah was in the children's clothing section.

The salesperson was enthusiastically introducing the latest products to Noah, but his mind was entirely focused on the heartwarming scene of Samantha's family not far away. His face was filled with envy.

"Noah..."

Noah remained indifferent, showing no reaction.

"Noah..."

The tone carried a hint of impatience and coldness. Noah still didn't respond, continuing to focus on Samantha, yearning to get closer to her.

This was the first time he had taken the initiative to approach someone. Calling him twice with no response, Ethan narrowed his eyes dangerously, his face slightly darkening. He walked over to Noah, intending to find out what was going on. However, Noah withdrew his gaze before he could reach him.

Noah's eyes flickered slightly, a plan forming in his mind.

"Father, my stomach hurts. I need to go to the restroom."

Ethan didn't miss the expression on his face. Staring intensely into his eyes, he warned sternly, "Remember, don't run around. Don't let the incident from last time happen again, or I'll break your legs."

Noah clenched his fist by his side, eyes lowered, concealing his true emotions. He bit his lip and answered, "I know."

"Go!"

Noah picked up the tissues and walked calmly out of the children's clothing store. Ethan watched him leave, his gaze following the direction Samantha and her family had been, now looking at a row of children's toys.

‘Did Noah want toys?’

...

After leaving the children's clothing store, Noah entered the upscale mini-supermarket where Samantha was. The area Samantha occupied and the high-end children's clothing store were conveniently separated by a shelving unit.

Successfully blocking Ethan's line of sight.

Samantha, seeing his attire, wondered, "Weren't you wearing a black vest just now? Why did you change into a little suit?"

Noah calmly replied, "I accidentally stained my clothes just now, so I bought whatever."

"Whatever?" Samantha raised an eyebrow, picking up a corner of his clothes and rolling it between her fingers.

The texture didn't seem like cheap fabric at all.

As she was about to check the label on the collar, Noah, afraid she would see through it, covered his stomach, pretending to be uncomfortable, and said, "My stomach still feels a little uncomfortable. Can you take me to the hospital?"

He needed to quickly get Samantha away. Otherwise, when the real Alexander returned, he wouldn't be able to stay close to Samantha and investigate the truth.

As for the real Alexander...

Since Samantha couldn't distinguish between him and Alexander, his father would surely be even less able to. Let him stay with his father at the Steele family for a few days.

As expected, his words quickly diverted Samantha's attention. Seeing his complexion indeed not looking great, Samantha immediately went to the cashier to pay. After providing the delivery address and time to the salesperson, she took Noah and Charlotte to the hospital.

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