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The boy wiped his tears with the back of his hand, his voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know.” He was clearly still panicked, his little face pale with fear.
“It’s alright,” she reassured him. “I’ll take you to the police station. They can help find your family.”
“No, I don’t want to!” The boy clung to Isabella tighter, having found a semblance of safety in her presence. Seeing the fear in his eyes, Isabella knew she couldn’t force him to go anywhere he didn’t feel secure. Deciding on a different approach, she took him to her company instead.
Upon her arrival, her colleagues curiously glanced at the little boy accompanying her. Isabella asked her assistant to bring some breakfast to her office. The boy eagerly devoured his meal, gradually relaxing in the comforting environment.
After he finished eating, Isabella asked, “Do you remember your family’s phone number?”
The boy’s face fell, and he shook his head. “I don’t know,” he admitted, looking up at Isabella with wide, sad eyes. Isabella sighed inwardly. The boy looked like he was only three or four years old. He was tall for his age, well-fed, and clearly from a family that took care of him. She couldn’t imagine what he had been through.
She tried again. “Do you know where your family lives?”
The boy hesitated, his little face scrunched with fear. “At my aunt’s place,” he whispered. “She… she wants to sell me.”
Isabella’s heart clenched. How could someone be so cruel?
She asked her assistant to go to the police station to report the boy’s situation, ensuring that if his parents were looking for him, they could contact her.
Once the assistant left, Isabella turned to the boy and said, “I need to work for a bit. You can play here, okay?” The boy nodded. He sat on the sofa, quietly playing with blocks that the assistant had brought earlier. Isabella smiled at him before returning to her desk and slipping back into her work mode.
She didn’t realize, however, that rumors were already swirling outside her office.
After a meeting, a few curious employees lingered around her. “Miss Patton, is that your son? Is Andrew his father?”
Isabella blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What?” she asked, frowning slightly.
“The boy you brought in this morning,” another employee added, leaning closer, eager for gossip. Isabella sighed, shaking her head. “No, he’s not my son.”
“Really?” The employees exchanged glances, still skeptical. “But your brothers don’t have children either, right? So, whose kid is he?”
Isabella felt a headache coming on. “Enough with the gossip. I told you, he’s not my son.”
She certainly wasn’t about to explain that she’d saved him from a kidnapping attempt.
Back in her office, Isabella found the boy quietly playing with blocks on the sofa, building a tower out of blocks. His concentration was endearing, his small hands moving carefully as he stacked one piece after another.
She paused in the doorway, watching him for a moment. In the past, she had never really liked children. But now, looking at this little boy, she wondered what it would be like to have children of her own someday. The thought didn’t seem so daunting after all.
A small smile turned at her lips as she walked over. “Do you like playing with blocks?” she asked.
“Yes!” The boy looked up at her with wide, expectant eyes. “Do you want to play with me?”
Isabella glanced at her desk, knowing she had a pile of work waiting. But when she saw the hopeful look in the boy’s eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to say no. With a soft chuckle, she sat down next to him and started helping him build.
The boy’s laughter filled the room, light and contagious. Isabella found herself relaxing. For the first time in a long while, her office didn’t feel so empty. It felt lively.
Suddenly, Isabella felt her phone vibrating. She pulled it out and caught a headline glaring back at her: “The mobile phone of the Klein Group exploded, destroying a home?” Isabella was utterly shocked. How could this have happened?
Just as she was about to call Andrew, there was a knock at the door. A tall, slender man entered. He was dressed in a handmade black suit that lent him an air of nobility and charm. His gaze shifted subtly when he saw the people on the sofa.
“Who is this?”
“I found him on the street. Let’s skip that for now. Did you see the news? What is happening?” Isabella didn’t need to check to know how harshly the internet would be treating the Klein Group and Andrew.
“I’m looking into it now. We’ve been framed,” Andrew said calmly.
Although Isabella understood they were being framed, she knew the public wouldn’t easily believe their innocence. “Be careful in the next few days.”
“Don’t worry. I’m okay,” Andrew said with a smile.
Seeing Andrew so unaffected, Isabella couldn’t help but think of Corbett. She was certain he was behind this. She mused over how Corbett’s schemes seemed to be of little consequence to Andrew. If Corbett knew Andrew saw him as nothing more than a buffoon, she wondered how he would react.
Andrew glanced at the boy and inquired, “What’s the story with the boy?”
Isabella explained what had occurred earlier that day.
“What a poor child!” Andrew replied.
“But why did you suddenly show up?” Isabella had a strong suspicion there was a specific reason for Andrew to visit.
“I heard some rumors that you had a child. Since I had nothing pressing to handle, I came to see what was going on.”
“People these days can be so tiresome,” Isabella said.
Suddenly, Andrew received a phone call. He responded nonchalantly while listening, then hung up, looked at Isabella, and said, “We’ve reached out to the victims. I need to leave now.”
Isabella sensed that Andrew was incredibly busy. His claim of having nothing pressing to handle was clearly the truth; he was deeply concerned and needed to see things for himself.
“I’ll come with you. I want to see who would collaborate with Corbett to frame you.”
“Okay. But…” Andrew glanced at the little boy.
The little boy gazed at Isabella with hopeful eyes. He had nearly been kidnapped recently and was reluctant to be separated from her. Seeing the fear in his eyes, Isabella knew she couldn’t force him to go anywhere he didn’t feel secure. Deciding on a different approach, she suggested, “Let’s bring him along, and he can wait in the car.”
The little boy quickly agreed, saying, “Yes, I’ll wait.” His voice was gentle and endearing.
Andrew consented, and they all left together.
Andrew’s assistant had arranged for them to meet the victims at a caf?. When they arrived, Howard and a couple were already there. The couple appeared to be simple villagers, looking slightly anxious.
“What do you want to discuss? We’re quite busy.”
Isabella narrowed her eyes. Their home had just been destroyed—what could possibly be more urgent than this?
Howard remained as composed as ever. “I understand your concerns. I’m Howard Patton, the project director for the new mobile phone.”
“I’ve heard of you. You’re the one who designed the chip. Well, it nearly killed us! Didn’t you test it?” the man said angrily. “You almost cost us our lives!”
The woman was equally furious, saying, “We’re homeless now. How do you plan to make this right?” Their demeanor was rather confrontational.
Howard inquired, “What are you asking for?”
“Fifty million!” The woman extended her hand, displaying five fingers. “It must be fifty million! We’ve lived in that house for many years, and it held all our memories. Fifty million actually isn’t enough.” After she finished speaking, she scanned the room to gauge reactions, but the faces around her remained impassive. The woman sensed that these individuals were so wealthy that the amount seemed trivial to them.
Howard said, “We’re prepared to provide compensation, but first, I need to understand exactly what occurred.”
The woman, hearing the quick agreement, felt a twinge of regret, thinking she should have demanded more. But her house was only worth about one million.
She explained, “I left my phone at home and went out to buy groceries. When I returned, I saw my house was on fire. I rushed to extinguish it and realized that my phone had exploded.”
“According to what you’re saying, it’s also possible that the phone exploded because it was burned by the fire,” Howard said.
“Absolutely not! The moment I walked in, I saw the phone explode first, and then the house burst into flames!” the woman said.
The man raised his voice, saying, “You don’t believe us? You don’t want to pay, do you? You heartless businessmen! You just sell your products without caring about the consequences!”
“Do you have any children?” Isabella suddenly interjected.
The question caught the woman off guard, and her expression shifted. “Yes, we have one, but thankfully, my child wasn’t home at that time. He was at his aunt’s. I would never forgive you if something happened to him!”
His aunt’s? Why did that sound odd to Isabella? She was lost in thought.
The man slammed the table and said, “Enough talk. Are you going to compensate us or not?”
“We will conduct a thorough investigation and resolve this. Don’t worry,” Howard said softly.
“We have nowhere to live right now. You talk of investigating, but that could take days or months. What are we supposed to do in the meantime?”
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