Chapter 1501
“I need a professional physical therapist. Someone who can guide me properly on how to exercise my legs so I can stand again. I suspect that over the years, Sophia has been controlling me with drugs and misleading me with incorrect rehabilitation methods through her own selected doctors. Even though I’ve been dodging her and spitting out the pills, there’s still no improvement.
As for the emotional entanglement between your younger sister and me, I’ll discuss it with you and her once I’m able to stand again.”
Balfour Howard nodded at his request. “Finding a professional therapist isn’t a problem for me. The question is, will Sophia agree to let you follow the guidance of a therapist I introduce?”
“I only need online guidance. Sophia’ won’t allow me to interact with outsiders offline. This is my email address. Ask a hacker to send the therapist’s contact information to me. Sophia is monitoring my phone and other means of communication. I can’t contact anyone openly.”
Balfour started to believe him. Theo had been living under Sophia’s control all these years.
He nodded. “Alright.”
Marcus continued. “Moreover, Mr. Howard, you should have the power to delay Sophia’s progress in dealing with her father’s estate, right? If possible, please drag it out as long as you can.”
Balfour thought for a moment while squinting his eyes. “Okay, I’ll send someone to check on her progress and will try to delay it.”
Marcus nodded sincerely. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
It was almost time; if Sophia came back early, it wouldn’t be good for them.
Balfour had prepared a lot of questions for this rascal, but seeing him in this genuine state of forgetfulness, asking would be pointless.
So, he decided to leave and investigate Sophia’s progress and find a reliable therapist for this rascal.
Just as Balfour was about to step out, he heard a voice from behind him.
“Uncle!”
He stopped in his tracks, looking back in disbelief. This young boy looked exactly like his own nephew. He thought it was the one Theo had stolen all those years
ago.
But then, remembering the call of “Uncle,” Balfour frowned. “You are Adrian?”
Adrian ran over and hugged Balfour’s leg. “Uncle, I’m Adrian.”
Balfour was puzzled. “But… how did you get here?”
Adrian blinked his large, innocent eyes. “Well… That day, Mommy and Aunty took me and my siblings on a picnic, and something happened. Mommy got confused and left me behind. Then, this handsome man mistook me for his son and took me home.”
Upon hearing Adrian’s explanation, everything clicked for Balfour. He turned to Marcus. “So the child staying with Ellinor now is the one you stole all those years ago?”
“I can’t confirm if I stole him because I can’t remember. But I can confirm that the child with Miss Ellinor is indeed my son, Tristan.”
Balfour was a bit bothered by all of this. “So, this…”
Marcus interrupted him. “We’ll have to leave it like this for now, until the right opportunity comes to switch them back. If you take this child back now, Sophia will notice something’s off.”
