The Twin Seeds of the Millionaire

He's not coming back, I hate him

Winnie felt a little helpless so she could just put down her plate again and caress the little boy's head, "Do you want me to stay here with you?"

He nodded obediently.

"Alright, then I'll stay here."

The boy looked stunned for a moment as if he had not expected that he would actually agree to her request.

"However, we can't sit on the floor like this because the floor is so cold. You can get sick later. How about we move to the couch?"

The youngster hurriedly nodded and his obedient image was now much different from his once feisty self.

Winnie smiled with satisfaction as she carried him from the floor to the sofa and sat down.

He decided to ignore the mess on the floor while throwing some jokes at the little boy. He seemed to be enjoying the joke as his face shone brightly and he was now laughing endlessly.

Even so, this child did not seem to want to say anything to her.

Seeing her mood better now, Winnie asked him hesitantly, "Can you tell me why you are so unhappy? Is it because no one is accompanying you?"

When he talked about this topic, it was as if his words had touched the little boy's weak point. Winnie finally understood that the reason the boy went berserk was because he couldn't express himself well and needed to write everything down on paper. He turned around and found a pile of paper beside the bed, as if it had been prepared for him before. It seemed that the papers were filled with scribbles.

She was! He immediately took it for the boys.

He immediately wrote a line of words, "Daddy, bad, don't invite me to play."

Winnie was surprised because this kid could write so many words. He only regained consciousness after a while and realized that he must have been taught by his parents to write. He can't speak for a reason.

"What do you mean your Daddy originally wanted to take you out for fun, but in the end he didn't keep his word? Are you angry about that?"

The little boy nodded forcefully, and there was a hint of anger on his face.

Winnie sighed as she continued to comfort him while stroking his head, "Maybe your Daddy is very busy? He must be working hard so that you can live a better life; therefore he does not have much free time. That's why he doesn't have time to be with you for fun."

The little boy was unsure of his words, and he immediately wrote another line on the paper shouting, "I can't meet my Daddy, for days. He's not coming back, I hate him."

The man had actually left his son in a hotel room for days?

Winnie could only frown. What exactly is this boy's Daddy thinking?

"When your Daddy comes back, I'll talk to him." Winnie held the boy's hand and added, "How could she leave a child here alone waiting for him? After all, this is not your home. It's hotel. What if something happens?"

The little boy agreed. "Have you been here alone these past few days?"

He nodded again.

Winnie hesitated for a moment before suggesting, "Do you want me to take you out there? Let's get some fresh air."

The boy immediately nodded with obvious excitement.

After all, he was still a child who liked pleasure. Although this suite is very large, but it will feel stifling for adults to stay in this place for several days, let alone children. So, Winnie decided to take him out for some fresh air.

"Oh yes. What's yourname?"

Before they exited the suite, Winnie suddenly asked. Thinking that he didn't know how to say anything, he paused for a moment in the living room and said, "Wait a minute, please, let me get you some paper and a pen so you can write down what you think when we're out there. "

Then, he left the boy in the living room and went back to the bedroom to pick up the paper and pen.

The initial crowd at the door was no longer there. Only two of Winnie's servants and assistants were still standing there while the others were already nowhere to be seen.

With a loud clicking sound, someone suddenly shouted, "Hanging light!"

Winnie had just come out of the bedroom when she searched for the source of the sound. Then, he saw the chandelier that was directly above the boy swinging violently with chains colliding with each other and let out a loud chafing sound.

"Aah!"

People stood glued to the door and could only watch in horror as the chandelier collapsed.

...

"Little Neo!"

With the loud noise created by the chandelier falling to the ground, the people who witnessed the scene at this door let out screams after screams.

At the same time, in the middle of the living room, countless shards of chandeliers were scattered over the real chaos on the floor, and Winnie covered the boy with one hand and the other hand weighed down by it. His hands were covered in blood and he was in so much pain that he lost consciousness.

Before, when everyone was frozen due to the impending fear, Winnie simply rushed towards the little boy without even thinking about his potential danger.

He just wanted to protect her from anything that hurt her.

The entire place was in a mess, and before she lost her consciousness, Winnie thought she had heard the little boy mutter something.

Sounds like "Mommy."

The whole place is in chaos right now.

“Quick, call an ambulance now. We need to send Miss to the hospital.”

"Little Neo did not want to take off Miss Chamber's shirt. What do we do?"

"Take them both away. Who can look after him if he stays? Will you take responsibility if something happens?"

"Alright, alright. Call Mr Villares now."

At a top-class private club in Nanking...

Afonso has just finished signing a contract and his assistant is dropping off his negotiating partner. While he waited for his assistant to finish his task, he sipped tea alone in the suite room.

It is part of his daily routine. “Afonso.”

A sweet voice rang out and Afonso looked towards the voice with his brows furrowed unseen.

A tall beautiful woman flicked the curtain dangling above the entrance of the suite and walked in with a pleasant look of surprise on her face.

"That's really you. I happened to be done with my sponsorship negotiations in another suite, and Jason happened to see your assistant drive someone away. That's when I wondered if you were here too."

Afonso only muttered a vague answer after hearing his words.

“I just met your grandfather two days ago.” Viola Kidman sat before him while closely observing his expression. After seeing that he did not give an unusual response to the word “kakekmu”, he continued, “Your grandfather says that you have raised Neo alone for many years and there are definitely times where you can't really take good care of him in the middle of your busy schedule. He's also worried the servants won't be able to meet Neo's every need, so he thinks you should consider taking Neo back to his side."

When he heard this, Afonso's expression turned darker, "Taking it back sounded more dangerous than leaving it by my side. You don't need to be close."

"I'm not here to persuade you. I'm just saying kakaek words. This is your grandfather's will."

Viola smiled and continued to explain slowly, "Actually your grandfather also said that he hopes you can find someone who can take good care of Neo all the time. That way, you also don't have to worry about it whenever you're outside."

Afonso did not give any opinion on this, but suddenly his assistant came barging in.

"Mr Villares..."

His assistant was silent for a moment when he saw Viola was there with him.

"What's wrong?" ask Afonso.

“Ah,” Her assistant was free from her daydreams and proceeded nervously. “Hotel just called and told me that something happened to little Lord Neo. Apparently, the crystal lamp in the suite room has collapsed.”

Upon hearing these words, a venomous glint flashed across Viola's eyes, but it dissipated after a while.

Afonso rose from his seat with a darkened expression. His usually calm and calm expression turned into anxiety as he asked, “How is Neo doing now?”

“Mr Villares, you can rest assured, a hotel employee managed to save him just in time so little Lord Neo was unharmed. However, he wanted to follow the employee to the hospital after that.” Assistant explained.

Hearing that, Afonso wanted to leave immediately and head to the hospital.

Viola glanced at Afonso's suit hanging not far from it and he carried it while saying, “Vi, let me follow you.”

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To be continued....