Queen Revenge

The delivery was from the appraisal center, I added money when I first sent Ulysses Will’s and sweetheart’s hair for appraisal, and the results came back in the shortest time possible.

I received the delivery, but I didn’t open it first.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

I put the delivery on the coffee table and stared at the delivery bag myself for a long hesitant moment before I sent Sunny to get the scissors.

I was nervous until I opened the identification results, and was very conflicted in my mind as to whether I wanted the baby to be Ulysses Will’s or Walker Richter’s.

Unpacking the ziplock bag, I slowly drew out the appraisal report inside, little by little, until the results underneath showed up and my whole body froze.

The results show that Ulysses Will and sweetheart are not father and daughter and are not related.

Jane Hasis really lied?

Or did Bella Hill even fool Jane Hasis in the first place?

But sweetheart is Walker Richter’s, which should be a good thing, so why did Bella Hill hide it from Jane Hasis that it was Ulysses Will’s baby?

I couldn’t help but think of the bearded man’s words; perhaps what was going on with the child in Bella Hill’s womb was known only to the bearded man.

It’s not the time to pursue what’s going on, I only have regrets at this moment, I shouldn’t have told Ulysses Will that sweetheart is his daughter in the first place, and things wouldn’t have gotten to this point.

It’s still imperative that we find Ulysses Will first.

It was at this point that Martin Mo called me out of the blue, having been left behind in my haste to leave without him yesterday, and today making a fuss about compensating for a meal.

I didn’t have the energy to deal with Martin Mo and said with a headache, “Some other time, I’m not available today.”

“Alva, have you met something, tell me, there’s nothing I can’t do.”

Martin Mo always liked to talk big, and I didn’t take that to heart, “Hang up now, I’ll be in touch later.”

After hanging up, I suddenly remembered a place, grabbed my car keys and headed out the door.

Martin Mo’s shadowy soul, just out of the Pear orchard, ran into it.

To be precise, he should have been waiting for me at the door a long time ago.

“What a coincidence, Alva, where are you going with this.” Martin Mo poked a head out of his tawdry car.

I frowned, “How did you know I lived here?”

Martin Mo scratches his head resentfully and says, “Coincidence coincides.”

Naturally, I don’t believe his bullshit.

Looks like he followed me all the way back that day.

There’s no getting away from meeting Martin Mo. I said, “Martin Mo, I really have something to do today, so I’ll make a dinner date another time.”

“I happen to be fine, what do you have to do, I’ll join you.”

By the looks of it, he’ll follow even if I just don’t say yes.

Solely I said nothing and started the car and drove ahead.

I’m not really sure if Ulysses Will will be there, I’ll just have to take my chances for now.

An hour later, I pulled up to the curb of the Hutchinson office building.

Martin Mo followed suit and parked and got out, he looked around and the building, “Alva, do you and Ulysses Will still live here?”

It’s a commercial building with serviced apartments and a lifestyle plaza downstairs.

Before I came back to the Hill family, Ulysses Will and I lived here, but not in a serviced apartment, but in the basement.

Many of the people who come to work in the North City have a glamorous appearance, but at night they go back to the basement of this building, a narrow and gloomy place.

The only way to be true to yourself is to go back to the basement, take off the pretense, and not force a smile for the sake of life.

“I don’t have a relationship with him anymore.”

I was worried about seeing Ulysses Will later, and Martin Mo mouthed off and explained.

Martin Mo’s eyes glistened at this, “Then won’t I have a chance.”

I ignored him and walked straight into the commercial building and took the stairs to the basement.

The basement was quiet in the middle of the day, and the people who lived there had either gone to work or were sleeping in their little houses.

I have not been here for many years, walking on the familiar road, memories of the past come up, the heart of a hundred kinds of feelings.

I stopped at door number 1137, where once I lived for a few years, where I couldn’t see the sunlight in the morning, and only the alarm clock could tell me the hour, whether it was dawn or darkness.

I hesitantly delayed knocking on the door, and Martin Mo’s hand was so cheap that he just rapped on the door.

I glared back at him, and he was still very reasonable, “Look at you touchy-feely, I’m afraid you won’t knock even if you stand here as a stake.”

Martin Mo was right, once I knocked on this door, dusty memories came flooding back, bits and pieces of the past, and I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Martin Mo tapped on the door several times and was slow to open it.

Just as I was wondering if it was unoccupied and planning to leave, I turned around to see Ulysses Will coming back from outside with sweetheart in his arms and carrying shopping bags.

A flash of surprise crossed Ulysses Will’s eyes when he saw me, but he didn’t turn away.

After not seeing her for a few years, and with Ulysses Will wearing a mask, Martin Mo didn’t recognize her and elbowed me, “Who’s this.”

It was then that Ulysses Will noticed Martin Mo beside me, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he recognized him instantly.

I didn’t answer Martin Mo, my eyes fell on sweetheart, she fell asleep on Ulysses Will’s shoulder, the thought of Ulysses Will taking sweetheart away without a word made me furious: “Ulysses Will, are you out of your mind, hurry up and give SWEETHEART to me, if Walker Richter finds this place, the consequences will be unimaginable.”

Ulysses Will was very calm and fearless, took the key and unlocked the door, “My daughter, he has no business taking.”

He hugged sweetheart and directly ignored me to go in with Martin Mo, who was very surprised: “He’s Ulysses Will? Haven’t seen him in years, I hardly recognize him.”

Getting in the way of Martin Mo’s presence here and some of the things I can’t say, I said, “Go wait outside for a while.”

I tried to sidetrack Martin Mo, and the guy wasn’t having any of it.

“I’m not going …”

I pushed him straight back and slammed the door behind me.

Ulysses Will put the sleeping sweetheart on the bed in the cramped basement, the table was piled up with boxes of instant food and bottles of powdered milk, which he had only just bought, and there was a moving ticket on the table, he was planning to leave the North Side with sweetheart.

Thinking about the paternity report I received this morning and looking at everything Ulysses Will has done for sweetheart, I don’t even know how to say it.

It was a misadventure.

Ulysses Will breaks the silence, “You go back, SWEETHEART I am not going to hand over to THE RICHTER FAMILY again and let her suffer.”

“How could sweetheart suffer in the Richter family, with a bunch of nannies and Walker Richter loving her like a baby, Ulysses Will, do you realize the consequences of taking sweetheart away from you like this, you’re kidnapping and abducting a child, you’re a child abductor. The Richter family could sue you, are you going to spend the rest of your life in jail?” The more I said, the angrier I got.

Ulysses Will was impassive: “I took my daughter, God forbid.”

“But the point is that SWEETHEART is not your daughter.”

Ulysses Will froze when the words came out of my mouth.

Words already spoken, I put the identification report in front of him, “This is what I received just this morning, I had my suspicions before, so I took your hair and sweetheart for identification, and the results showed that sweetheart is not your daughter.”

“That’s impossible.” Ulysses Will was momentarily unable to accept such an outcome and became emotional: “You were the one who said that sweetheart was my daughter in the first place, and Nancy Richter also took out the paternity report to confirm that the child was not Walker Richter’s, so how could it not be my daughter.”