Chapter 1518
Ellinor’s eyes darkened, and her voice was as frosty as a winter’s chill. “So you think that just because I discovered the truth through others, I can accept it now?”
“Boss… we’ve been trying to find that child for the past three years. We planned to tell you only after we found him. We know we messed up, and we’ll accept any punishment you see fit.”
Ellinor didn’t summon Ida here to blame or punish her. She was afraid that if something else were to happen in the future, they would hide it from her again, fearing she couldn’t handle it.
“From now on,” she said solemnly, “there’s nothing I can’t handle. You must report everything to me immediately. Understood?”
Ida bowed respectfully. “Yes, Boss!”
Ellinor looked up at the moon, now a pearl in the night sky, as her eyes narrowed. “Also, what’s going on between you and that kid, Byran?”
Upon mentioning Byran, Ida’s expression flickered to something akin to a headache. “That boy probably harbors a grudge from three years ago. He’s probably looking for payback.”
Ellinor stared at Ida with a questioning gaze. “You don’t like him?”
Ida adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses. “It’s not like that.”
“If you really don’t like him, then ignore him.” Ellinor advised, “I’m not trying to meddle, but I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Ida nodded. “Don’t worry, Boss. I know what I’m doing.”
Ellinor didn’t press the matter. She had once thought she knew what she was doing, certain she wouldn’t get hurt by a man. But here she was, stuck in a place she couldn’t escape. She didn’t want to see Ida follow in her footsteps.
“All right, off you go. Get some rest.”
Ida acknowledged her dismissal and then prepared to leave, not wanting to disturb her boss any further.
“Oh, and Ida,” Ellinor called, “on your way out, could you let Veronica know to put the kids to bed tonight? I’m feeling a bit worn out and would like some quiet time alone.”
Ida looked at her boss sympathetically before agreeing and exiting the room.
Ellinor really had it tough, managing Blanchet Corporation by day and taking care of three children by night. Exhausting was an understatement.
Deep into the night.
Marcus felt a chill in his sleep. He was sure he had closed the window before bed, and the hotel’s central heating was always on.
This cold was peculiar.
He wasn’t concerned about himself, but he worried about his son catching a cold.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and sat up, glancing at the window to see if it was sealed properly.
The window was indeed open, allowing the cold wind to enter. The curtains swayed gently in the moonlight.
No wonder it was cold. The window hadn’t been shut properly, and the wind had blown it open.
Instinctively, he found this strange. He was sure he had closed the window tightly. Unless there was a storm, it wouldn’t have opened.
There was certainly no storm outside.
The room was dark, only lit by the faint white glow of the moon. Everything was shadowy.
But he could distinctly smell a scent that didn’t belong to him or his son.;
