Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Kid, Still Breathing

It didn't move.

Judging by the size, it seemed to be a human figure, a very small one.

I'll hang up now. Let's talk when I get home.

After ending the call, Evelyn walked briskly toward the corner not far away.

Up close, she finally confirmed it was a boy about six or seven years old.

She hesitated for a moment, kicked the boy, and asked in a low voice, "Kid, still breathing?"

The boy still didn't move.

Evelyn didn't waste any more words and turned to leave.

What was the usual consequence of meddling?

She would get into a mess!

Why would she be so foolish as to get involved with an abandoned child and risk being labeled with child trafficking?

Mom...

A weak and soft voice sounded from behind, stopping Evelyn in her tracks.

It was this word that reminded her of her own child who had died young.

She could be ruthless to everyone, but she just couldn't be heartless toward a child of this age.

"Get up. I'll take you out of here."

There was no response again.

Evelyn sighed lightly, about to reach down to pull him up when her fingertips touched his burning-hot wrist. A look of surprise crossed her face.

He was burning up. It must be at least 104 degrees Fahrenheit.

She had no idea what kind of irresponsible parents this little boy had ended up with. How could they just dump a kid in this pitch-black corner to fend for himself?

"You're lucky you ran into me, or you'd be burning up into a fool in no more than three hours."

Evelyn resignedly picked up the little one who was burning with fever and strode toward the exit.

*****

That afternoon, the news of the missing heir of the Stuart family swept across all the major newspapers and shocked the entire high society.

In Goldenbough, who would dare to touch Andrew Stuart?

Andrew was the apple of the Stuart family's eye. All the young masters in the whole upper circle added up couldn't compare with him.

Now that he was lost, it was going to be a big mess.

*****

At Pinnacle Hospital, on the fifth floor, in a certain ward, Evelyn looked at the missing person notice playing on the TV. Then she looked at the little boy lying on the bed and felt a headache coming on as she rubbed her forehead.

Sure enough, doing good deeds and all that karma stuff was just nonsense. Being a good person was not so easy.

Just a second ago, she was chased around the airport by Alexander, and now she ended up picking up his son.

Andrew was the real deal.

As the heir of the Stuart family, he was a big shot because he had a father who was richer than a country.

He was born as the heir to hundreds of billions dollars. Anyway, her son didn't have such good luck.

Comparisons were odious.

"Mom..."

It was that soft male voice again. Evelyn shook her head, smirked, and said, "I'm telling you. Don't call me that. It might shorten my life. I'm at best your aunt, not your mother."

Andrew blinked, gave her a cute, innocent smile, and repeated, "Mom..."

Evelyn was lost for words.

At that moment, the door to the ward was pushed open, and a tall and straight figure walked in, surrounded by several bodyguards in black.

Evelyn recognized this man. It was Alexander.

Half a year ago, she hacked into one of his accounts at Summit Bank International, and 3 billion dollars in his account disappeared.

For this, Alexander chased her around the world for half a year.

That was a tough one!

Did you save my son?

His deep, mellow, and magnetic voice was utterly captivating.

Judging him to be gentle solely by his voice would be a grave mistake.

Alexander was the top ten man internationally.

He was a top-tier existence, with a huge business empire, able to turn the world upside down.

In Goldenbough, he was the one who called the shots.

It's a small act of kindness, not worth mentioning. His condition is basically stable. If there's nothing more, I'll be on my way.

With that, Evelyn reached for her small shoulder bag by the bedside, slung it over her shoulder, and turned to leave.

Before she could take a step, Andrew on the bed quickly grabbed her arm, looking at her pitifully. "Don't go. I need someone to stay with me."

Alexander's handsome face flashed with surprise. Everyone in the world knew that his son suffered from severe autism. He rarely uttered a word, and he had never been so dependent on Alexander, but now...

Evelyn forced a smile. She reached out, patted his head, and said softly, "You have your mom and dad. They can stay with you."

Andrew suddenly got agitated, clutching her arm tightly and mumbling, "I don't have a mom."

Evelyn was stunned.

No mom?

It shouldn't be the case. Wasn't Eliza his birth mother?

Although Evelyn had been abroad all these years, there were only a few top tycoons in the world, and she had heard a bit about Alexander's private life.

Eliza tricked him into bed and then had a child as a chip to marry into the Stuart family. How cunning she was!

Thinking of Eliza, Evelyn felt a deep, heavy ache in her heart.

Eliza's actions indirectly led to Dora's death, which in turn caused Evelyn to deliver prematurely, resulting in the tragic loss of her firstborn child.

Thinking that Andrew was Eliza's child, Evelyn felt her heart grow cold. She slowly opened his fingers and said to him in an indifferent voice, "Whether you have a mom or not, it is not my concern."

Andrew became anxious, quickly rolling off the bed and tightly hugging her calf on the ground before bursting into tears.

Looking coldly at Alexander, who seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, Evelyn sneered, "Mr. Stuart, you really have quite the refined taste, watching your own son cling to a strange woman and call her mom. Be careful when you get home, your wife might teach you a lesson."

Before Alexander could speak, the door was pushed open again, and a slim figure rushed in from outside.

Andrew, didn't you have a fever? Why are you lying on the ground?

Evelyn saw a figure flash by, and then she was pushed away by a force.

She didn't need to look down to know who it was.

It was really a small world.

But then she thought it was normal for Eliza to come to the hospital. After all, Andrew was her son.

It was Eliza's son!

But the very next moment, Evelyn was taken aback by a series of actions from Andrew.

She saw Andrew quickly get up from the ground and then directly lowered his head and hit Eliza's lower abdomen with his head, knocking Eliza out a few feet.

"You go. I don't want to see you."

"Andrew, I'm Mom. What's wrong? Don't be scared..."

Before Eliza could finish speaking, a shrill scream suddenly rang out in the ward.

Andrew directly sank his teeth into Eliza's arm. Evelyn couldn't gauge the force he used, but a trace of blood seeped out onto Eliza's delicate skin.

At that moment, a cold murderous intent flashed through Eliza's eyes.

She cursed inwardly, 'This ungrateful child! One day, I will make him pay a bloody price.'