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Chapter 3

Grace pursed her lips and nodded, "Yes."

Mentioning "brother," Bianca couldn't hide her happiness and looked at her with great anticipation. She asked, "Great! Mommy, when can I meet my brother?"

Grace helped her tidy her hair and reassured, "Don't worry, we just got back. Let's settle down first, and then I'll arrange for you to meet your brother, okay?"

Bianca nodded obediently, took a deep look at the scenery outside the window, and then snuggled into Grace's arms.

Bianca was a bit exhausted from the journey, and with the car swaying, she fell asleep quickly.

Grace leaned back in the car seat, holding Bianca a little tighter. Looking at the familiar scenery, a flood of thoughts filled her mind. Time flew, three years had passed, and she was back!

This time returning to Silverlight City, besides accompanying Bianca to shoot a commercial, Grace also wanted to see the child she couldn't protect and was taken away three years ago.

Bianca had grown up, but what about that child? How was he doing now?

Charles was his biological father, so he shouldn't be too bad to him, but Emily was a different story; she was a vicious and deceitful woman.

Grace had been tricked by Emily and knew what kind of person she was.

Thinking about her child living with someone like Emily for the past three years, Grace's fingers clenched, and her gaze turned cold.

Grace's new home was in the suburbs, where the air was fresh and the transportation was convenient. The new home was found with Mia's help. Mia had come to clean it a few days ago, and it was very clean.

Grace brought Bianca to the new home, and Mia had prepared a large table of delicious food.

Grace was very touched and started enjoying the food with Bianca. After dinner, Grace played with Bianca for a while, and after coaxing her to sleep, she quietly went out alone.

The moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight, and Grace walked under the moonlight to the Montague Mansion.

Today was Charles's grandmother Olivia Smith's eightieth birthday. The entrance of the Montague Mansion was packed with luxury cars, and the Montague family's friends and relatives were all gathered, making the scene super lively.

Grace slipped the manager in charge of the birthday banquet's catering some cash, changed into a waiter's uniform, and snuck into the Montague Mansion.

Inside, it was bustling with people. Amid the lively atmosphere, Grace moved cautiously, her eyes wide open, not wanting to miss any corner.

On the lawn outside, a little boy in a suit and bow tie sat alone, totally absorbed in playing with Lego.

Under the lights, the little boy had his head down, showing only his fair face. It was like there was an invisible barrier around him, keeping all the noise away.

Looking at the boy's fancy outfit and the butler and bodyguards nearby, Grace was almost sure this little boy was her son, Jasper Montague!

In the dim light, Grace took several deep breaths to barely keep herself from rushing over.

Her emotions were all over the place. She knew this little boy was her child she hadn't seen in three years, but she couldn't just go over and say hi.

Tears slowly filled her eyes as Grace quietly stood there, watching him.

It wasn't until a breeze blew that she remembered Bianca, who had been begging to see Jasper. She took out her phone and snapped a picture of Jasper.

Just as she finished, Jasper, who had been engrossed in playing, suddenly looked up and met Grace's gaze.

Jasper's eyes were bright and spirited, and his face was very handsome.

Grace couldn't help but smile at him. Jasper's eyes lit up, and he pursed his lips.

Grace wished time could stop at this moment, but unfortunately, things didn't go as she wished. At this moment, the butler followed Jasper's gaze and looked over.

Grace saw the butler out of the corner of her eye and, worried about being recognized, turned and walked away.

The butler, sensing something was off, stepped forward and chased after her. He asked, "Who are you? I didn't see you during the roll call!"

Grace stayed silent, quickening her pace.

The butler got anxious and called out to the bodyguards nearby, "Come over here, catch her!"

Grace panicked a bit. She deliberately weaved through the crowd, remembering that if she crossed the living room, she would reach the back garden of the Montague Mansion, where there was a low wall she could easily climb over.

As she lowered her head and walked without looking back, she suddenly bumped into someone.

A familiar scent filled her nose, and Grace stiffened, instinctively leaning back.

Even in the dim light of the back garden, she could see the face of the person in front of her clearly: deep eyes, a chiseled face, still so handsome.

Charles was also looking at Grace. Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze, the atmosphere around them eerily quiet.

Three years had passed, and the Charles in front of her was even more mature. Memories of the past flooded in, and Grace remembered what Charles had done three years ago, her heart aching.

She took a step back, putting some distance between herself and Charles.

Charles obviously recognized her too, looking her up and down. Seeing Grace's face and bright appearance, he felt she was different from three years ago.

His gaze moved down, seeing Grace in a waiter's uniform, and his voice turned cold, "What are you doing here?"

Grace didn't want to bother with him, impatiently replying, "None of your business."

The bodyguards were closing in, and she had to leave quickly.

But Charles grabbed her arm, clearly not intending to let her go easily. He asked, "This is my home. Do you think it's none of my business?"

The bodyguards were almost upon her, and Grace panicked. She suddenly lifted her leg and struck Charles hard in the groin.

A muffled groan, a direct hit. Charles was in pain, instinctively letting go of Grace. In the dim light, she could vaguely see the glistening sweat on his forehead. He roared, "You!"

Grace bent down, sneering, "Mr. Montague, I'm sorry, but you were in my way!"

After three years apart, bumping into each other like this felt unreal. Grace took a deep breath, shot Charles a cold look, and was about to leave.

Charles grabbed her arm, his face darkening. "You think you can just walk away after kicking me? Not a chance!"

Grace turned to face him, her eyes meeting his icy stare. It was the same look he had three years ago when he heartlessly took her child away.

Flashes of the past hit her hard. Grace suddenly smirked. "Charles, you left me no choice."

Grace switched gears, leaning in close. His eyes widened in shock. Before he could react, something sharp pressed against his neck, cool and threatening.

He froze, then scoffed, "Three years apart and you've grown some guts."

Grace mirrored his cold smile. "Thanks to your cruelty, I woke up. Mr. Montague, let me go, or I can't promise what happens next."

Under the moonlight, the sharp fork gleamed menacingly. A little more pressure, and it would pierce his skin.

Feeling the cold metal, Charles's eyes narrowed. He snapped, "You dare threaten me? You must have a death wish!"

Grace's smile turned icy as she pressed harder. "Mr. Montague, keep talking, and the one with a death wish might be you."

With a slight cut, blood began to trickle down his neck.

Charles glared daggers at her. If looks could kill, Grace would be six feet under.

Seeing no response, Grace pressed harder. Finally, Charles let her go.

Grace quickly backed away and vanished into the night.

As she climbed over the wall, she glanced back, waved the fork, and smiled sweetly. "Mr. Montague, goodbye, and let's never meet again."

Charles's face turned stone cold. He cursed under his breath, 'Damn woman!'

Grace ran off, and the bodyguards showed up. The lead guard asked nervously, "Mr. Montague, did you see a woman run by?"

Charles was livid. "Get lost!"

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