Four years later.
At the airport security exit.
"Elara, be careful in front, let Mommy push the suitcase!"
Elara Don smiled as she watched the little one bending over to push the suitcase in front of her, her beautiful face full of gentleness.
"Uh, Mommy, I need to go to the restroom. You wait here for me for a bit."
The little one in front stopped, holding a bottle with insects in her white, tender little hand, her bright black eyes like the brightest stars in the night sky, brimming with starlight.
"Okay, the restroom is over there. Do you need Mommy to go with you?"
Elara Don pointed softly at the restroom not far away and asked gently.
"Mommy, I'm not a three-year-old kid, not that dumb!"
The little one's delicate and cute face was full of pride. She tugged Elara Don to sit on a chair, handed her the bottle, and then ran toward the restroom with her short legs.
"Run slower!"
Elara Don curved her lips, watching the little one's tiny figure, her mind filled with thoughts.
This was her son, Harry Soo.
The little son who survived four years ago.
Back then, she gave birth to him, begging the doctor desperately, and finally made the doctor feel compassion and spare her.
Then she secretly left the hospital with the newborn, fleeing abroad overnight.
And her first child...
Elara Don's smile diminished slightly.
The child she had never seen, never knew whether alive or dead, or even their gender, was her deepest pain!
Her return this time was partly for work, but more to find traces of her child!
In the restroom, Harry Soo emptied his bladder and finally felt comfortable.
He let out a long breath, pulled up his pants, stood on tiptoe to wash his hands, and bounced out cheerfully.
His black, soft hair bounced atop his head, appearing particularly lively.
"Mommy, I'm done! Let's go!"
"Run slower, don't fall!"
Elara Don laughed as she squatted down, catching the little one, "Let Mommy see, there's a water stain on your shirt! Let's wipe it off."
"Hmm yeah! Where's my little bug?"
"Elara, how about a deal, try playing with bugs a little less in the future?"
"..."
Around the corner, a tiny figure wearing a mask stared fixedly at the affectionate mother and son, a gleam flashed in the black eyes.
That child actually looked exactly like him!
"Young master, the restroom is over here, I, you..."
The bodyguard beside him, with a constipated look, was a bit anxious to go to the restroom.
The little one waved his hand, motioning for the bodyguard to go by himself.
"Young master, I'll be out right away. Stand here, don't move."
The bodyguard couldn't hold it any longer, respectfully cautioned, then hurried into the restroom.
The little one's gaze remained fixed on Elara Don and her son.
Moments later, he suddenly started following the duo with his short legs.
Five minutes later, the bodyguard, having finally resolved his physical issue, emerged from the restroom and looked at the empty departure hall, suddenly ashen-faced!
The young master was gone!
The little one who had been cherished in the master's hands since young was lost by him!
Oh no!
He's done for!
"A-Bin, where is the young master?"
A deep male voice came from behind.
The bodyguard's scalp tingled, quickly turned around, and hung his head low.
"Report to Mr. Hawke, young master... he is missing!"
"What did you say?"
The man's voice was low and carried an endless chill, causing an involuntary shiver.
The bodyguard swallowed hard, "It, it happened like this..."
...
Blue Mountain Apartment.
Elara Don looked at the clean and tidy three-bedroom apartment, her red lips tightly pressed.
This house was the last memory her mother had left her before passing.
After being kicked out by her father back then, she had always lived here.
This time, due to work, she needed to settle in Sea City, and fortunately, there was still a place to stay.
"Mommy, are we going to live here permanently and not go back?"
The little one, having explored the three-bedroom apartment, holding the insect bottle in his hand, ran over to Elara Don, asking.
Elara Don bent down and stroked his soft hair, "We likely won't go back anytime soon. Do you want to go back?"
"Kind of. Many kids there tease me because I don't have a father and because I'm a foreigner, so coming back or not doesn't really matter."
The little one played with the bottle in his hand, nonchalantly replied.
The smile on Elara Don's face slightly faded, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes.
She bent down slightly and kissed the little one's cheek, "Elara, I'm sorry, it's my fault for making you get teased."
He had never seen his father since birth and lived in another country.
It was her fault, making him get teased at such a young age.
"Mommy, don't be sad! As long as I'm with you, everywhere is fine. Also, I don't like anyone trying to take you away from me, I only want you, no one can take you away!"
The little one wrapped his arms around Elara Don's neck, acting affectionately.
Elara Don was instantly healed.
She squeezed the little one's tiny nose and laughed, "You're truly my heart's treasure! Okay, play at home for a while, Mommy will go buy some groceries and cook you your favorite big chicken drumsticks."
"Yeah, I also want sweet and sour pork and garlic prawns."
"Okay, you little foodie!"
"..."
Fortunately, over these past four years, having this little one by her side made the tough years slightly more bearable.
Elara Don closed the door and took the elevator downstairs.
Exiting the apartment, she looked up at the vast sky, took a deep breath.
Stepping once more on this homeland, her heart felt unusual!
Elara Don pursed her lips, tidied her bag at her side, preparing to cross the street.
Beep beep.
A car sped by from a distance.
The fast speed whipped up clouds of dust.
Elara Don was startled, stepping back and unconsciously retracting the foot she had stepped out with, retreating two steps.
There was a stone underfoot, and she stumbled, landing on her butt.
What the heck!
The driver was driving so fast, was he in a hurry to meet his maker?
Just a bit more, she would have been hit by the car!
Still trembling in fear, Elara Don glared at the car that stopped abruptly in front of her, silently cursing in her heart.
The car door opened, someone got out.
Roy Lane's shoes were spotless.
The tailored suit pants clad his exceptionally long legs.
A white shirt tucked in his suit pants, enhancing the man's slender and tall figure.
Above was a sharp-featured handsome face.
What a handsome man!
Elara Don stared blankly at the man who got out of the car, her gaze stirred.
Wow, this man wasn't just handsome, but he also seemed vaguely familiar!
Yes!
At first glance, his features bore a seven or eight-point resemblance to her son!
Elara Don's beautiful eyes fixated on the man, momentarily dazed.
Damon Hawke looked down at her, catching her stare with furrowed brows, a slight hint of irritation flashed in his deep black eyes.
He glanced around, his gaze falling on the trembling green plants by the roadside, his jaw tightened as he turned to leave.
Elara Don: "..."
Almost hitting her, just leaving like that?
Not even a word?
How could he be so rude?
"Hey, stop right there!"
Elara Don patted herself off as she rose, glaring at the man's tall back as she shouted.
Damon Hawke paused, slightly turned his head, his tone icy, "Anything else? My car has a driving recorder, I didn't hit you! If you want to attract my attention by staging an accident, you've chosen the wrong way!"