Chapter 620: 620: Do You Know Me?

With fair skin and a height similar to other children of his age.

He is very lively and loves to laugh.

Walking while shaking his head, holding his face, not knowing what he’s saying.

There’s even a hint of narcissism in his cheekiness.

Mrs. Lopez wondered if she was seeing things, how on earth could she detect such a strong narcissistic expression on the face of a 4-year-old child?

Then, she saw Morgan leaving the nursery with his little friends.

Other children were boarding the nursery’s school bus under the guidance of the teacher, while only Morgan was led by another teacher to a black Mercedes-Benz car.

As the driver got out of the car, Morgan saw him and immediately burst into a big smile, greeting the man.

Then, she saw Morgan climb into the back seat himself.

Afterward, the Mercedes-Benz left slowly.

Mrs. Lopez watched for a long time until the taillights of the Mercedes-Benz disappeared in the rearview mirror, her gaze still not recovering.

Her eyes were still somewhat vacant, lingering at the spot where the Mercedes had vanished.

She hasn’t seen Cindy Clarke yet, but judging from Morgan’s treatment, Cindy’s life now must be good as well.

In fact, it’s more than just good, perhaps Mrs. Lopez herself can’t even match their life.

With that kind of life, there really was no need to cling to Mr. Lopez or anything.

And there was no need to send the child to the Lopez Family.

Moreover, now that she had seen Morgan with her own eyes, Mrs. Lopez really couldn’t say that Morgan was Mr. Lopez’s child.

The two of them didn’t resemble each other, from their facial features to their temperament.

Moreover, even as a young child, Morgan had an air of nobility about him.

Clearly, he was dressed like an ordinary child, with nothing special about his clothes.

Laughing and playing, he even seemed a bit naughty.

He wasn’t overly serious, and he wasn’t surrounded by assistants.

Yet, this child had an inexplicable air of nobility about him.

Mrs. Lopez found it strange.

What she didn’t know was that Morgan had spent a lot of time with Adrian Zhekova and in the family mansion with his grandparents, which naturally influenced him.

In addition, there were the genes inherited from Adrian Zhekova, his Zhekova Family bloodline.

The Zhekova Family was, after all, descended from the noble royalty, so Morgan naturally wasn’t any different.

Mrs. Lopez finally pulled her gaze back, letting out a long breath.

There was no need for a paternity test anymore.

Morgan couldn’t possibly be Mr. Lopez’s son.

Nobody who had seen Morgan and Mr. Lopez could think that way.

Backing off a bit, even if it were true.

Morgan didn’t need to enter the Lopez Family anymore.

And Cindy probably wouldn’t care anyway.

No matter whether Cindy really had anything to do with Mr. Lopez in the past, it was all in the past now.

From the looks of it, Cindy would never have anything to do with Mr. Lopez again.

Moreover, Mrs. Lopez felt that what Wendy Clarke said might not be the truth.

Initially, she was only somewhat skeptical about Wendy’s words.

But now, her skepticism had only increased.

If what Wendy said was true, and if she had really investigated it thoroughly, she wouldn’t be unaware of the gap between Morgan and Mr. Lopez.

Mrs. Lopez thought that Wendy probably just wanted to use her as a tool to harm others.

And she was that tool.

The target, of course, was Cindy.

Of course, whatever issues the sisters had between them was their own Clarke Family business.

It had nothing to do with Mrs. Lopez who didn’t want to pry and wasn’t interested.

But now that Wendy dared to use her, she had to let Wendy know she wasn’t that easy to manipulate.

Mrs. Lopez suppressed her thoughts, preparing to drive away.

Suddenly, the car window was knocked, and Mrs. Lopez instinctively turned her head to see a strange man standing outside the car door.

The man was not dressed in any special clothes, just ordinary casual attire.

The kind which wouldn’t attract any attention on the street.

Yet, there was something dangerous about him, standing outside her car.

Mrs. Lopez lowered her window and heard the man say, “Mrs. Lopez.”

Mrs. Lopez was astonished: “You know me?”

Mrs. Lopez was sure that she didn’t know this stranger.

“You hired a detective to investigate my Young Mistress and Young Master, of course I know you,” the stranger said.

Mrs. Lopez was startled and asked: “Your Young Mistress and Young Master?”

The man chuckled, not hiding anything, and said, “Naturally, it’s Cindy Clarke and the little Young Master you just saw.”

“What exactly is their identity?” Mrs. Lopez asked in a deep voice, her heart shaking tremendously.

“You don’t need to know that. You just need to know that whatever Wendy Clarke told you is false. My Young Mistress has nothing to do with your husband. That’s all you have to know,” the stranger said.

“Forget those unloved children, it has nothing to do with your family.”

“To put it bluntly, with your husband’s looks, how could he possibly father a child as clever and adorable as our Young Master?”

Mrs. Lopez: “…”

Actually, there was nothing to deny. The stranger was speaking the truth.

“Wendy Clarke doesn’t get along with my Young Mistress. To be precise, Wendy is jealous of my Young Mistress and can’t stand to see her do well. Upon learning of my Young Mistress’s whereabouts, she wanted to extort a large sum of money from her, so she went to you; this is purely to discredit my Young Mistress,” the stranger explained.

Mrs. Lopez was very cautious, still not daring to get out of the car. As long as she was inside the car, she could flee at any moment if anything dangerous happened.

So, she sat in the car and asked, “But what good does it do for Wendy to find me and hurt Cindy?”

“Hurting others without benefiting one’s self,” the stranger said. “With Wendy’s personality and mindset, who knows what she’s thinking?”

“Perhaps as long as my Young Mistress isn’t doing well, she feels good. Perhaps even if there’s no substantial benefit, she just enjoys it.”

“So before, you purposely let the detective I hired find out all this,” Mrs. Lopez said.

“Of course,” the stranger said. “Since you have doubts, it’s only appropriate that you see for yourself.”

“Nothing is more persuasive than the truth you’ve seen with your own eyes,” the stranger smiled. “Just look at our Young Master today, wouldn’t you agree? He couldn’t possibly have any connection with your husband.”

“Besides, my Young Mistress’s taste isn’t that bad. She wouldn’t be interested in someone like your husband. After all, now that we have our Young Master, no one else could catch our young lady’s eye.”

Mrs. Lopez: “…”

At first, the man had some restraint. Although he was blunt, he at least added a prefix, indicating a little apology for telling the truth.

But now there was no restraint whatsoever, and the truth he spoke was heart-wrenching.

“Now that you’ve seen for yourself, you can rest easy, right? Our Young Master had this intention, so you don’t need to think about it too much. And since you do have some sense of propriety, our Young Master won’t do anything to you.”

“You just have to be a little wary of Wendy Clarke when you go back. Don’t believe anything she says. And my Young Master has been keeping an eye on her all this time.”