Chapter 675
My confidence grew because Charlie and Arton looked alike. Everything from their dark skin, eyes, and so on matched almost perfectly. I had also seen Arton before, but I couldn’t recall where. I carefully examined his photo, covered his face, and shook my head.
Atlas noticed my intense gaze at the photo and asked, “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head again and said, “I think I’ve seen him before but can’t remember where.”
After a while, I gave up and turned to Atlas, saying, “Never mind. You haven’t seen Charlie, but he’s a spitting image of Arton. It seems Arton can’t escape his responsibility.”
Atlas swiped the phone screen and revealed the following picture. Indeed, it was a photo of Charlie smiling with two tiny teeth. He looked like an updated version of Arton. “Yeah, Charlie is indeed Big A’s son.” I looked at Atlas and teased him.
I was delighted to have found Charlie’s father. After all, he was the child’s biological father. Though Charlie’s parents were troubled people, he was still an innocent child.
I returned the phone to Atlas and said, “I’ll have Johnson ask Matthew if Matthew still wants Charlie. If Matthew doesn’t, I’ll contact Annika to meet the child and return him to Arton as soon as possible. We shouldn’t trouble Myra for too long.”
Atlas was pleased to see me smiling so brightly. He nibbled my cheek and asked, “Do I deserve a reward?”
I blushed, knowing what he meant by “reward.” I pushed him lightly, saying, “You’re such a sly fox. You never miss an opportunity, do you?”
He laughed provocatively. “I’ve been waiting for eighteen years. Shouldn’t we make up for lost time?”
I was speechless and felt an overwhelming heartbreak. I could only hug Atlas and say, “Well, then.”
He embraced me and kissed me until I was breathless. After a white, he let me go and whispered, “There’s no rush. We have a lifetime together, so let’s savor each other.”
I emotionally replied, “I won’t waste a single second with you.”
He looked at me indulgently. “I’m so happy I found you. I feel like my nightmare is finally over.”
Suddenly, I thought of Abby and asked, “By the way, how did you deal with Abby?”
I knew she hadn’t escaped because Atlas’s men had caught her. He casually said, “She stole too many things, so I handed her over to the police.” “Well, that’s where she deserves to go.”
Abby deserved to be in prison. After all, she was the mastermind behind the Murphys’ misfortune.
Atlas looked at me and sarcastically said, “No wonder Grace called you the family’s guardian angel. You treated them generously.”
I smiled and was about to explain
myself, but his phone rang. He let
me go to answer his phone when noticed his expression turning solemn gestured toward the door and stepped out of his study it seemed he had serious matters to discuss.
Later, I went to Rose’s room and discussed the Huffmans. I liked hearing Rose’s opinions on them. After all, she was more experienced than me in dealing with such
high-stakes conflicts. vel.2
advice would benefit me
significantly.
The Huffmans’ matter couldn’t deviate from the Beringers’ opinions. If there were any changes in the future, that would be my way out.