While everyone around was still reeling, utterly gobsmacked and virtually nonfunctional, Evelyn was tucking her eight hundred dollars into her pocket and zipping up her suitcase, pondering her next move. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she missed the conversations happening right beside her.
Standing up after squatting for too long, she felt a slight blackout—a combination of hunger and the day’s stress; after all, she'd only had a meal on the plane and was prone to low blood sugar.
As she steadied herself, a pair of strong, polite hands reached out to steady her by the shoulders, a touch so courteous it avoided any hint of offense.
Surprised, she glanced up to meet the cool, sharp gaze of a man whose features were so chiseled, he could have stepped out of the pages of a romance novel she once read.
And now, here he was, expertly and considerately steadying her. Since leaving the institute, Evelyn had felt adrift, and now, the unexpected kindness from a stranger warmed her. She offered a bashful smile. "Thank you, sir, I'm fine."
The man regarded her, arching an eyebrow ever so slightly, his voice softened, "No need to thank me, Mother."
Evelyn: "??"
The neighbors, along with Margaret and Hannah, were lost in bewildered stares, unable to process the affluent man's presence.
What did he mean, calling Evelyn 'Mother'? How old could she possibly be?
All eyes turned to Evelyn to find her face a picture of innocence and confusion, as if she herself had no clue what was unfolding.
Imagine convincing them this youthful girl had birthed a son far more mature and composed than herself—a preposterous notion!
Margaret couldn’t comprehend, and Hannah’s jaw dropped.
The man lowered his gaze to Evelyn, who, in utter shock, had her mouth agape, eyes wide, uncomprehending.
He remained expressionless but spoke more gently, "You are indeed my mother, and I will explain everything shortly. You don’t seem to be in good shape; let's find a restaurant and have a quick bite?"
Evelyn's foggy brain translated 'have a quick bite' to 'eat.' Her throat felt parched, her stomach protesting with hunger.
But she started, "You might have mistaken me for someone else, I'm not your mo—"
She stopped mid-sentence, a sudden memory flashing. Dr. Charles had mentioned her five eggs, now hatched and turned into five bouncing, advantageously priced sons.
The eldest was twenty-four.
Incredulously, she eyed the man before her. He might be her son?
Absorbing the shock of her eggs turned sons, the man nodded affirmatively, "Yes, Mother, I am your son."
Evelyn's knees buckled, nearly collapsing.
He caught her arm, comforting, "Come on, Mother, let's get you something to eat."
Feeling weak, either from hunger or overwhelm, she nodded and whispered, "Okay, thank you…"
So, under the shocked and uncomprehending gazes of the neighbors, Evelyn was half-escorted to the stretch Rolls-Royce.
An assistant eagerly opened the car door as the man shielded her head from the car's roof, ensuring she didn't bump it.
Evelyn glanced gratefully at her considerate "son" as she climbed inside.
The neighbors, in collective disbelief, sought answers from Margaret, "What in the world just happened?"
Margaret was just as clueless, "How in the world did she suddenly have such a grown son? When did she even have him?"
But Hannah was suddenly excited, "Mom, that's my aunt! My own aunt! And that man is my cousin! Why didn't you stop him?"
The neighbors: "..."
This was too much to take in!
...
Evelyn felt like she was floating, a Cinderella in a palace, everything around her surreal.
Her son escorted her to an exceptionally upscale and elegant restaurant and ordered a feast.
She was famished and dug in without reserve. The high-end cuisine was delicious, so delectable she could cry.
Replenished, she studied her unexpected son curiously.
"Mother, allow me to introduce myself. I am Quentin, twenty-three years old, and—medically speaking—your son," Quentin said politely.
"O-oh," Evelyn, still dazed as if in a sci-fi blockbuster, managed, "You said you're twenty-three?"
Didn't Dr. Charles mention the eldest was twenty-four?
"Yes," Quentin nodded.
"Then do you know—" Evelyn hesitated, searching for the right words, "about the other... eggs?"
Quentin understood her hesitation and quietly said, "My father was granted one egg, which resulted in me. I'm not aware of the others' fate. It's confidential, but I know they've been used over the years."
The word 'used' was said with reluctance, for it broached ethical boundaries too fantastic to contemplate.
"Oh, I see..." Evelyn struggled to digest this new reality, possibly having four more sons like Quentin.
The thought of five sons calling her 'Mother' was too picturesque, almost unbearable.
Quentin kindly offered her juice as she gulped down the shock.
"Any more questions, Mother?" he asked after a respectful pause.
There were too many, but Evelyn chose a less sensitive one, "Have you finished college?"
Quentin shared, "I graduated at thirteen due to my high IQ, interned at my father's business at seventeen, and now, after six years, have taken over."
He glanced at her, "Perhaps, it's thanks to the OR9AA2 gene."
Evelyn maintained composure, "Oh, impressive," her mind reeling from the revelation.
Why had her own genius gene not manifested such brilliance?
Quentin shared how he'd sought her out upon hearing of her awakening, "Tomorrow, I'll take legal measures to retrieve your house."
"Really? You can do that?" Evelyn was incredulous, but Quentin was confident, "Of course."
Grateful and hopeful, Evelyn thanked her son, "Thank you, Quentin."
Her son was truly a blessing.
After the meal, Quentin inquired about Evelyn's plans, "We can reclaim the house, but it will take a couple of days. Do you have a place to stay until then?"The question struck a chord with Evelyn's current predicament. Of course, without the house, she had nowhere to go. Her closest relative had been her grandmother, now deceased, and any distant family ties had long since been severed over the past twenty-five years. Friends? Evelyn’s social connections had dwindled to none since her illness struck shortly after starting at the film academy. The only constant had been her boyfriend, Lucas. The thought made Evelyn's brow furrow slightly: “I don't have accommodations, so I was planning to rent a place to stay until I can reclaim my house."Quentin nodded, tentatively broaching the subject of finances—a delicate matter given their newfound relationship and her likely unfamiliarity with current economic standards, “Mother, do you have sufficient funds to cover your expenses?”Evelyn ha
When Evelyn stepped into the villa, her legs felt weak. She couldn't believe that she had a son with her former crush, and now she was entering the house of her crush's son. In the past, she would have considered this an impossible scenario, with a huge gap between her and her crush.She gave her son a glance with indescribable eyes and said, "You look a lot like your father."She hadn't noticed before, but now she could see the resemblance between her son and Victor, the famous Victor. But beyond the resemblance to Victor, there was also a bit of herself in him. It was a strange feeling.Quentin raised his gaze and asked, "You know my father?"Evelyn couldn't quite describe her feelings. Compared to someone like Victor, she was just an ordinary sophomore, and now she had suddenly entered the world of influential people. She was shocked and amazed. But looking at her son with such an imposing presence, she coughed lightly and said, "Yes, I know. I read about him in the newspapers befo
After leaving her room, Evelyn instantly regretted it.The mansion was a labyrinth of similar-looking rooms, with occasional glimpses of elegant little nooks furnished with quaint tables and sofas. She felt as if she had wandered into a maze.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she found the stairs and hurried to the third floor.It was only then that she realized she had no clue which room Quentin was in.She should have asked that Susan lady earlier, or perhaps sought out the bowtie-wearing butler again.After aimlessly wandering for a while, feeling increasingly dizzy, she clutched her head and sighed, deciding that her primary goal now was to find her way back to her own room.But just then, a door opened beside her.Quentin stood there.Dressed in a relaxed blue shirt and simple silk trousers, he looked less intimidating than he had during the day."What's wrong?" he asked, seeing her.Seeing Quentin felt like spotting a lifeline in her moment of despair. "Quentin, I final
The next day, Evelyn awoke to Susan's dutiful call for breakfast.She felt as though her body, having slumbered for so many years, craved endless sleep, luring her into dreams eternal. But time was pressing, so she forced herself up to freshen up and head downstairs for the morning meal.The dining room was an embodiment of elegance, vast and bright. Quentin sat there in an exquisite suit, an epitome of poise as he prepared to break his fast. He nodded at her arrival, "Good morning."Evelyn returned the greeting with a smile, then handed back his phone.Together, they began their breakfast.The feast before them rivaled that of a grand hotel's buffet, offering an abundance of both Western and Eastern dishes.Evelyn couldn't hide her disbelief, "Is it just us eating?"Quentin looked up, pausing briefly before confirming, "Yes.""Oh..." Evelyn mused. Considering she was in the home of the renowned businessman Victor, and her son was his heir, it made sense that they could indulge in wha
As Evelyn stepped into the auditorium, every seat was filled, and several latecomers stood in the aisles, craning their necks to get a better view. The female students, in particular, were ecstatic, screaming and cheering for the movie star on the stage.Evelyn squeezed her way through the crowd, standing on the steps to catch a glimpse of Lucas. Sure enough, she spotted him.Lucas, the renowned movie star, known for his outstanding acting skills and numerous hit films, was a sensation in the industry. Even at forty-five, he still exuded the same charm as his younger days, attracting millions of fans. Among the female students of the Capital Film School, there were undoubtedly many of his admirers. Seeing Lucas personally come to the school to give a speech, they were filled with excitement as if they had been injected with chicken blood.Evelyn couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. She had to find the headmaster and secure her return to the film school. She wanted to make
The two responsible police officers felt a sense of humiliation being crushed by authority and had genuine disdain for their superior.However, their superior was also helpless. It wasn't a big deal to begin with, and it had little to do with the young girl. From what they could see at the scene, the movie star had fainted on his own. Why bother the young girl?Now, a person of high status had come personally to bail out the young girl. How could they not let her go? Why shouldn't they let her go?Relieved, Evelyn finally got the chance to leave. She let out a sigh of relief, forgetting the frustration of being questioned earlier. She even politely waved at the two police officers, "Thank you, young gentlemen. Auntie is leaving now."The two police officers gritted their teeth, a twenty-year-old girl insisting on calling herself a forty-five-year-old auntie??As Evelyn looked at the two officers fuming, her mood only got better. She walked out of the police station and saw a luxurious
Even after they returned to the villa in the Maybach, Evelyn was still playing with Quentin's phone, amazed by its features. In her time, there were no convenient gaming devices like this. No, this was more than just a gaming device—it was a combination of a gaming device, computer, TV, and telephone. It was perfect, allowing her to go online, watch movies, and binge-watch TV shows anytime, anywhere.She was having so much fun when suddenly, she muted the sound on the phone. Her fingers continued to swipe and tap, but there was no longer the usual amazement, admiration, or excitement.Quentin was originally working on his tablet, but when he noticed this, he looked up at his mother.His mother, who was several years younger than him, was sitting on the couch, her long dark hair slightly disheveled from leaning against it. She stared at the screen in disbelief, her face filled with indignation.Quentin silently sat there, waiting for her to speak.Sure enough, after a while, she exclai
Win with intelligence? Those words echoed in Evelyn's mind as she sat up straight on the comfortable couch. "How do we win with intelligence?" she asked, curious and intrigued.Quentin beckoned her over. "Come here."Evelyn quickly walked over to him, and Quentin opened his tablet. She looked down and was surprised by what she saw.It was a screenshot of a tweet exposing Lucas's scandal. It described in vivid detail what had happened between Lucas and a woman at a nightclub on a specific date. There was even a photo showing Lucas inappropriately touching the girl.Evelyn took the tablet and zoomed in on the photo. She examined it closely and asked, "Is that him?"Quentin's expression remained inscrutable. "Does it matter if it's him or not?"Evelyn suddenly understood. "You're right, it doesn't matter. Let's just expose him!"She held the tablet eagerly, reading through the comments on the tweet. The tweet had gone viral, with thousands of retweets and tens of thousands of comments. P