Chapter 4

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!"

The guard didn't dare say another word and quickly left.

Charles stood there, wiping the blood from his neck, the sting reminding him of what just happened.

After three years, Grace had returned. She was bold enough to sneak into the Montague Mansion and threaten him.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He pulled out his phone and made a call. "Grace is back. Find out where she's staying and bring her to me! No matter what it takes!"

He thought, 'Damn Grace, you'll pay for threatening me!'

Meanwhile, late at night, Grace returned to her new place, hid the fork, changed clothes, and went to the bedroom.

Mia, who was watching over Bianca, stood up quickly when she saw Grace. She whispered, "Ms. Windsor, how did it go? Did you see Mr. Montague?"

Grace nodded, a smile playing on her lips as she showed Mia a photo.

Mia's eyes lit up, and she grinned. "You look so alike! Ms. Windsor, Mr. Montague's eyes are just like yours!"

Grace's mind filled with the image of Jasper quietly playing with Legos, her eyes softening.

Mia handed back the phone, asking worriedly, "Ms. Windsor, did anyone see you?"

Grace shook her head. "I was careful, no one saw me."

Mia nodded, relieved. "That's good."

The memory of Jasper being taken away three years ago still haunted Mia, making her extra cautious.

As they chatted about small things, a pair of chubby little hands suddenly hugged Grace. Bianca murmured, "Mommy, you're finally back!"

Grace's heart melted, and she smiled, holding Bianca close and gently tapping her nose. "Why aren't you asleep yet, sweetie?"

Bianca, with her big eyes wide open, grinned. "I can't sleep without you, Mommy."

Her tiny hand clutched Grace's, and she asked eagerly, "Mommy, did you see Jasper? How is he? Is he okay?"

Seeing Bianca's anxious face, Grace smiled and showed her the photo.

Bianca stared at the picture, lost in thought. After a moment, she looked up seriously. "Mommy, is this my brother?"

Grace nodded, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Bianca suddenly beamed, her big eyes sparkling. "Jasper is so beautiful." She thought Jasper was even more beautiful than herself and really wanted to meet him. Did Jasper feel the same? However, Jasper didn't even know she existed! No matter, she was so cute; Jasper would definitely like her when he met her.

Grace, feeling relieved, took the phone away and stroked Bianca's soft hair. She said gently, "Be good, go to sleep. I'll take you to kindergarten tomorrow."

Bianca nodded obediently, clumsily getting off Grace and lying back in bed, closing her eyes and falling asleep quickly.

Under the hazy moonlight, Grace watched over Bianca, lost in thought.

The next morning, Bianca was already up. By the time Grace got up to make breakfast, Bianca was dressed and waiting in the living room.

Since Bianca's next commercial shoot was three months away, Grace enrolled her in kindergarten. Attending school was better than staying at home.

After breakfast, Grace and Bianca left hand in hand. To protect Bianca from overexposure, Grace chose a kindergarten with relatively high privacy.

Grace wanted Bianca to have a happy childhood like other kids.

At the kindergarten, Bianca stood out among the new kids. She didn't cry or fuss, waved goodbye to Grace at the door, and followed the teacher obediently. Bianca looked around curiously, even comforting the crying kids.

Outside the kindergarten, as soon as Grace left, a Mercedes-Benz pulled up. The door opened slowly, and Jasper, dressed in a little suit, stepped out. He gazed silently with his big eyes.

Sensing something, Bianca looked up, her eyes lighting up. She muttered, "Jasper." Jasper was here!

As Jasper reached the classroom door, Bianca ran over, grabbed his hand, and said softly, "Jasper, I'm your sister."

Jasper looked up, meeting Bianca's gaze. He pondered, 'Sister? How do I have a sister?' He was stunned but then smiled.

The bodyguards and butler watching from a distance sighed in relief. Jasper, usually aloof and unwilling to talk or get close to others, was now smiling at a little girl, surprising the butler.

The little girl had a round face, very cute, with bright eyes. At a glance, she did look a bit like Jasper. Thankfully, everything seemed well, and Olivia could rest easy.

Bianca pulled Jasper to sit beside her. Jasper didn't resist; he found her chubby little hand quite comfortable.

Bianca pinched his cheek and remarked, "Jasper, you're even prettier than in the photo!"

Jasper blinked, looking at her in confusion.

Bianca gestured clumsily, failing to explain, but making Jasper chuckle. "You said you're my sister?"

Bianca smiled. "Yes, is your dad named Charles?"