Michael let out a sigh. “It’s exactly what you’re thinking. This is tough for me too. Justin and my sister still have no clue. We’ll see how things go once Hope and I have found him.”
He often went between calling Hope by his real name and ‘Quinton’. In more public settings, he called him Quinton, but in private conversations, he still called him Hope.
Perhaps, Michael already saw him as part of the Fletchers.
He had inherited all of their father’s fortune. It was a shame!
When the plane landed, the group of people got off and headed to their destination.
The object Blade had in his hand was a photograph; a blood-stained photograph that he carried with him all the time.
At the moment of his death, he struggled to take the photograph out of his bag and held it tightly in his hand as though he wanted other people to see it.
Moreover, the people who were at the scene were the Fletchers.
He wanted the Fletchers to see it.
There was an address on the back of the photograph which was in the city they had traveled to this time.
Very quickly, they found the location. It was a serene small town in the suburbs. There were multiple detached houses aligned in a neat row and a carpet of green grass that covered the ground. Occasionally, people walking their dogs would pass by. It looked like a pleasant neighborhood where people were simple and sincere, and it was essentially crime-free.
With that photograph in hand, they went up and knocked on the door of the house indicated in the address.
“Excuse me. Do you know the child in this photo?” Quinton asked politely.
The door opened to reveal a married couple and two lively kids inside the house. The man took the photograph in Quinton’s hand and had a look at it.
In the photograph were a Caucasian boy and an Asian girl who was also holding a blonde, mixed-race baby girl in her arms.
Undoubtedly, the two people were Blade and Katrina. Aside from falling in love with each other, they also secretly had a baby. The child was probably around six to seven years old by now.
The arrival of the child was the reason Katrina and Blade chose to leave the assassination industry, but little did they know how short-sighted they had been—there was no way out of it.
They did not want their child to follow in their footsteps, so they secretly left the baby in the care of this family.
At the time, Blade knew that he was on his deathbed and Katrina was not going to show up anymore. Hence, before he died, he pulled out the photograph with the written address in hopes that the Fletchers would bring this child back.
Sophia looked at the blood-stained photograph and felt a sudden ache in her heart. Looking inside the house, she noticed the family portrait in the hall and caught sight of the blonde mixed-race girl who was around six to seven years of age. She had a piercing gaze and a strong demeanor, just like Celine.
That’s Blade and Katrina’s child.
On the other hand, Michael felt shocked and torn over the child’s existence for he still did not know how to tell Justin about this.
Should I tell him that he got two-timed? That his wife had a child with another man out of wedlock?
Even though Justin might not be able to accept it, Michael, as an uncle, could not walk away from it. She was part of the Fletcher Family!
He could no longer leave the child with outsiders now that he knew she was their family.
Old Master Fletcher was also aware of the child’s existence and had urged him to take the child back so they could raise her.
To their surprise, however, at the mention of the child, the owner of the house revealed that she had gotten kidnapped!
A month prior, a group of people just barged in and took her.
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