Is it possible that if I remember who that child is and follow the clues, I can find out Mrs. Brown's identity and then figure out who MK is? I just can't seem to remember where I've seen them before.In the evening, MK came back and prepared dinner. After we finished eating, MK held my hand and we took a walk on the beach together.As the salty sea breeze blew, I tucked my hair behind my ear and casually asked, "Today, I accidentally found Mrs. Brown's wallet. Inside, there was a photo of me and a boy, looking very close. Mrs. Brown seemed worried. Who is that child?"MK is very tight-lipped about anything related to his identity, no matter how much I try to probe. However, he is quite generous with other matters. When I expressed curiosity, he was willing to satisfy my curiosity and said, "Mrs. Brown got divorced. That child is Mrs. Brown's son, and he lives with his father."I nodded, Have I seen Mrs. Brown's son somewhere before? Who could he be? It seems like I need to think caref

As I was about to confront Vicky and get some answers, my footsteps halted and my fist clenched tightly. After the incident last time, I learned to stay calmer this time. Vicky's words were not worth believing. Regardless of whether what Vicky said was true or false, I needed to find out if my child was still in this world. I was determined to investigate it myself. I pretended to go back as if nothing happened. Galvin had already finished eating, and we left the restaurant together and returned to the company. After returning to the company, Ella immediately pulled me into the pantry. "There's something I forgot to tell you," Ella looked at me cautiously and said, "I will be taking some time off. The Hansom family is having a banquet soon, and they have also sent an invitation to Galvin. He has agreed to attend. So if I take leave, you will have to accompany Galvin." I remained silent. Ella asked me tentatively, "I

A strong sense of self-deception surged through my mind. If Claude is MK, then everything makes sense. Why would both MK and Claude have injured arms? Last time, Claude injured his right arm, but he told me it was his left arm, probably because he didn't want me to suspect anything. So that day, I forced Vicky to apologize to me on her knees. Only the three of them knew about it, but MK also knew. Because it's Mr. Hansom's birthday today, Claude is coming to the old house, so he couldn't come to pick me up. And the reason why MK wears a mask every day is actually because he's afraid of recognizing himself and losing control over me using the identity of MK. Everything that used to puzzle me now makes sense. Talking about helping me seek revenge was just a manipulation! "Nat, what's wrong with you?" Claude took two steps closer to me and asked, "You look pale, is something bothering you..." I raised my hand and slapped Claude hard.

I was taken aback when I heard the child call me "mom". Those two words are too sensitive for me and they bring back painful memories. But this child, with such innocence in their eyes, said those words. I was flustered and didn't know how to respond.The man holding the child calmly said to me, "Don't mind him, he's just a child and doesn't know any better."The child's gaze softened my heart. "It's okay, this child is adorable," I smiled, revealing two sweet dimples on my cheeks and squinting my eyes. I truly liked this child being held by the man, so perfectly beautiful. I had never seen a child as lovely as this one. As I smiled happily, the man's deep gaze passed over my face, with a meaningful implication, without leaving a trace.Novia held onto my arm and introduced, "This is Mr. Eugen, the person I often mention to you. And this is my best friend, Natalie.""Hello, Mr. Eugen," I smiled and nodded at Mr. Eugen.However, the child in Mr. Eugen's arms struggled and reached out to

"Why is Spring here?" I asked the nanny, a bit surprised to see the child in this place. "Mama, mama!" Spring struggled, wanting me to hold him. "Let me hold him, I know this child," I said with a smile, addressing the nanny.  The nanny hesitated for a moment, but seeing Spring's affection towards me, she handed the child over to me. I took Spring in my arms, and he smiled happily. The nanny looked at me curiously, and after a while, she suddenly realized, "You must be Spring's mother." I was taken aback and replied, "No, I just met Spring a few days ago." The nanny saw that I didn't want to admit it, so she didn't say anything more. But I was curious about Spring's mother. As if on behalf of Novia, I asked, "Haven't you met Spring's mother?" "Oh, no. I've been taking care of Spring for almost a year now, but he's very shy and has never seen his mother. She's really heartless to abandon such a