Alessia looked at Christopher, who remained silent, and sighed. It was only the first day back in the country, and he was still young. He must be feeling uncomfortable. It seemed she needed to spend more time with them.

Without blaming him further, Alessia took Christopher's hand and explained softly, "Chris, I'm sorry, I had something to do tonight and couldn't accompany you. But I pormise to take you and your sister to the amusement park tomorrow. Let's forget about this incident, your sister is still at home, let's go back."

Christopher's eyes flickered, nodding affectionately. He didn't want to be separated from the neighbor aunt.

Alessia smiled gently and coincidentally, her phone rang, indicating that the car had arrived. She pulled Christopher into the car.

Sitting in the car, Christopher remained silent the whole time, but his small hand tightly grasped Alessia's clothes, like a child who had just received candy, afraid that it would disappear if he let go.

Soon they arrived at the community. The surroundings became more and more familiar, and they were about to step onto the tree-lined path leading to their villa.

Christopher finally realized that something was wrong.

When they got home, the neighbor aunt would find out that he was a fake, and she would think that he was a lying child and wouldn't like him!

Christopher fidgeted uneasily in Alessia's arms.

"What's wrong?" Alessia noticed his abnormality and put him down from her arms.

Christopher pursed his lips, gathered his courage, and reached for the black mask on his face.

He wanted to take off the mask and admit his mistake to the neighbor aunt!

"I..." Christopher began to speak, wanting to confess.

"Chris, wait a moment, I need to check a message first."

The familiar vibration of Alessia's phone came again. Her gaze turned cold, she patted Christopher's head comfortingly, and walked to the side.

Christopher watched Alessia lower her head to check her phone, drooping his own head. Finally, his hand reached for his mask, but he let it fall back down!

Alright!

He failed again!

Forgive him, he didn't have the courage at the moment, facing the disappointed look of his neighbor aunt.

Christopher left quietly and hid behind a distant tree.

Alessia opened her phone, and a familiar anonymous email came into view.

[Miss La Rosa, you've seen the photos, right? Don't try to find me, you won't be able to.]

Alessia pursed her lips and replied to the email: [Who are you? What do you want?]

A reply came quickly: [You'll find out later. Today's game ends here. Wait for my contact.]

Alessia tapped her finger lightly on the screen and sent another email asking: [When will you contact me?]

But there was no reply this time.

Alessia didn't contact M this time. She traced and locked the address by herself, but the result was that the IP was destroyed.

Her gaze sank. It seemed that M wasn't lying. The person behind this was indeed difficult to deal with.

She must be more careful in the future.

Alessia secretly decided and turned back to find Christopher, only to find that he was gone.

Since it was just outside her own door, there shouldn't be any danger. He must have gone home while she was on the phone.

Alessia rubbed her forehead and went straight upstairs to Eleanor's room.

By the moonlight shining in from outside the window, she saw her two little babies lying side by side on the bed, their little heads close together.

She couldn't help but smile. These little guys seemed really tired, they fell asleep in no time.

Closing the door, she turned and went back to her own room.

The light poured out from the room, and Christopher waited until the upstairs room lit up before slowly walking out from behind the big tree.

He stubbornly looked in the direction of his own home before drooping his head and turning to continue walking outside the neighborhood.

He didn't want to go back to that cold and icy home.

Christopher walked out of the neighborhood and just reached the entrance when he bumped into Dominic who had come to find him.

Dominic's steps were a little disordered, but his gaze remained unchanged, emitting a coldness that made people dare not look directly.

He asked coldly, "Where are you going?"

Christopher lowered his head, his small body retreating a step, hesitated for a moment, then lifted his head, his eyes as stubborn as obsidian.

Seeing his son's resistant appearance, Dominic's originally hardened heart seemed to be lightly touched by a feather.

Other children at this age were lively and cute, but Christopher was quieter than any other child.

He had been examined before and was diagnosed with mild autism, which was why he had been searching for Riley Sinclair.

Christopher was different from other children. He needed more patience.

Thinking of this, Dominic's mood fluctuated greatly.

He sighed and temporarily put aside his dislike for Alessia, squatting down to meet Christopher's gaze.

His tone softened, "Chris, I can't promise you to find your mommy because I don't know where she is either. But you can make another request, and I will try to fulfill it as much as possible!"

Christopher's small face was stunned, his hands twisting his clothes uneasily, feeling a bit at a loss.

His father's sudden show of weakness caught him off guard.

Actually, after interacting with the neighbor aunt, he didn't miss Mommy as much anymore.

But, if he could make another request...

Christopher suddenly remembered what the neighbor aunt had said about the amusement park just now. His dark eyes brightened, and he tentatively spoke with a serious expression, "Dad, tomorrow... I want to go to the amusement park!"

Dominic squinted disdainfully. The amusement park was crowded and noisy, childish and boring. He wanted to refuse, but when he met his son's hopeful eyes, he finally nodded reluctantly.

Christopher felt happy in his heart, taking the initiative to approach and grabbing Dominic's clothes corner carefully.

Dominic's heart trembled, completely softening, but at the same time, he felt puzzled.

Christopher had always been calm and quiet, why did he suddenly want to go to such a noisy place as the amusement park?

Had he really grown up and started having ideas?

Or, was he influenced by someone else?