Chapter 4

I took good care of Calix. To me, he was neither a cripple nor a stranger. He was both my children’s father and my savior. If not for him lending me 150,000 dollars, my mother would have died, and I would have never known my true origin, the Morgan family, and Troy’s ugly side. 

Although it was only a deal between us, not everyone was willing to agree, especially since I was in such desperate need. 

I cleaned his body and helped him to put on clean clothes. Just then, I heard melodious harmonica music outside from the open window. 

The music sounded depressing and sad. One felt poignant when one heard the music. 

The Smith family’s mansion was the largest private mansion in New York. They were as wealthy as royalty, and even their servants were pampered. So, why would someone play such depressing music? 

I went in the direction where the harmonica music came from with the thought of familiarizing myself with the mansion’s geography, only to find myself at a particular lotus pond. 

The harmonica music stopped, and the next moment, I heard a child’s voice. 

“Enough with the painting! You know nothing else but painting. Look at the hideous paint! 

“Also, you play the music with your harmonica so poorly that I thought it was a funeral song dedicated to that cripple!” 

I was standing on the bridge of the lotus pond when the sight greeted me. 

A fat boy kicked the easel next to him. He pointed his finger at a little boy with the harmonica while yelling at him. 

The two male servants beside the fat boy laughed at the little boy. 

“Why are the people in the painting faceless?” The fat boy stared at the painting on the easel as he questioned the skinny boy. 

The little boy stood rooted to the spot. He clenched his harmonica and stared at the fat boy coolly. 

“Are you mute? Say something! Or are you deaf too? Even if you don’t know how to express yourself, you can at least blink.” The fat boy grabbed the skinny boy’s arm angrily as he said sarcastically, “You’re mute, your father is a cripple, and you’re a fucking bastard! You’re unwanted! You’re only good at playing funeral songs and drawing the dead!” 

The skinny boy remained quiet. He shoved the fat boy away sulkily and squatted to pick up his drawing. 

“Ahh…!” The fat boy was caught off guard, and he almost fell backward. Luckily, his servants caught him, so he did not fall to the ground. “You’re a bastard, a whore’s son! How dare you push me?” 

The fat boy pushed away the servant’s hand and rushed over to the skinny boy. He then stepped on the back of his hand as he picked up his drawing. 

“I’ll trample you to death!” 

“Ugh…” the skinny boy remained indifferent. No matter how painful he was, he just whimpered and did not cry out. 

“I’ll trample you to death, you scum! How dare you push me?! How dare you fight back?! I’m going to strike until you become paralyzed like that man….” 

The fat boy’s face was distorted. He had been stepping hard on the little boy with great force, causing the flesh on his cheeks to jump. 

The skinny boy had covered the easel with his body to protect his painting, letting the fat boy step on him and strike him. 

At that moment, I ran over them anxiously. “Stop it!” I shouted at the fat boy coldly. 

The fat boy was so scared that he immediately stopped. 

“Who are you? Do you know who I am?” After the fat boy sized me up and confirmed that he had never seen me before, he continued, “how dare you scream at me? Do you have a death wish?!” 

I had no idea who the little boy lying on the ground was. But my heart bled for him for being bullied at a young age. 

I squatted and carried him. After that, I gently brushed the dirt away from his body. 

“Kid, are you alright? He was beating you up; why didn’t you….” However, when I raised my head and faced the little boy, my heart clenched. And my calm expression turned into one of shock. 

I slowly stretched my hand toward the little boy’s face. My hand involuntarily trembled, and my eyes welled up in tears before they streamed down my face. 

It was him!

He was my son whom had been living in the Smith family’s mansion. 

He looked exactly the same as Calvin, who was staying in France. 

God blessed me. I finally reunited with my son, whom I had not seen for five years. 

“Are you in pain? Let me check on your bruises….” I was so agitated that I began to search the little boy’s body and lifted his sleeves. 

Under his white long-sleeve shirt revealed the little boy's skinny and slender arms. Scars were barely visible. Bruises appeared on his elbow due to his recent fall to the ground. 

“Kid, why did you have so many injuries on your body? Aren’t you the young master of the Smith family?” 

Before I came here, I had assumed that my son and daughter must have been living comfortably in the Smith family’s mansion, or at the very least, they were in a better situation than mine. Little did I know that I was wrong! 

“Hey, woman! Who are you? Why are you shouting at me?” The fat boy questioned rudely. “Let go of that mute kid and make him kneel before me and offer his apology. Otherwise, I won’t leave this matter alone.” 

After he finished speaking, he pointed at me. “And you too. Kneel with him before me and offer your apologies.” 

I rose. I held my precious son’s skinny hand softly and stared at the fat boy coolly. 

“What if we refuse to kneel and apologize to you?” I refuted indifferently. 

“Did you hear what she said? How dare she provokes me?!” The fat boy became increasingly furious. 

“Where are you from? Aren’t you aware of who he is?” One of the male servants said, “He’s the most beloved son of the eldest master and madam of the house. The eldest madam had only conceived their only son, Julian Smith, in her old age. 

“Even if you’re one of the daughters or the matriarch of this house, you have to bow at Mr. Julian, let alone a servant like you.” 

So, he is the eldest madam’s son. I just taught her daughter a lesson a while ago, and now, another of her stupid, fat son appears before me again? 

It looked like I was destined to go against the eldest madam of the house in the future. 

“Don’t be scared. I’ll take you away from here safely.” I bent down and spoke softly to my son. 

“You want to escape, huh? Kneel first!” 

When the male servant saw that the little boy and I were about to leave, he rushed over to strike me. 

I evaded him nimbly. I then kicked the male servant’s kneecap, making him kneel before my son and me. 

The other male servant came charging at me. I picked up the pebble on the ground, aimed it at his face, and threw it accurately. 

The servant covered his face, and the next thing he knew, he had been kicked into the lotus pond next to him.