She had thoroughly researched M before, and with the photo attached to the file, she naturally recognized one of them as M''s younger brother, Hugo.


    She had been puzzled and worried about why Lysander insisted Adrian go home to be with M. What if they grew closer?


    But seeing this scene, a n suddenly formed in her mind.


    "Adrian, isn''t that your uncle over there? It looks like he''s having a disagreement with someone. Let''s go and see what''s happening."


    Uncle?


    Adrian nced over but didn''t recognize the man. However, he understood it was a rtive from his mother''s side.


    He didn''t want to get involved.


    His father had made it clear: ignore the rtives from his mother''s side. There was no need to get acquainted, especially since thest time with the great-aunt was already an exception.


    Just as he was about to refuse, Giselle said, "Didn''t your father ask you to go home and keep your mompany? If you let others bully your mom''s younger brother, she''ll be upset, won''t she?"


    True, his mom had been easily upsettely.


    Adrian thought it over and reluctantly agreed.


    As they got out of the car and walked over, Charlotte noticed them first. Seeing


    the woman holding a child''s hand made her pause and blurt out.


    "Giselle?!"


    "What?" Hugo didn''t catch it and looked over, confused.


    He hadn''t visited this area often, so he had never met Adrian or Giselle and naturally didn''t recognize them.


    Charlotte''s gaze shifted, "Oh, nothing. I mistook you for someone else."


    "Oh, okay."


    Hugo didn''t suspect anything-


    Charlotte came from a single-parent household, with only a frail, sickly mother at home and had never been to Kingsford. How could she possibly know anyone here, especially someone who frequented such ces?


    "What''s going on here?"


    Giselle approached, smiling warmly as she asked.


    Although the Harvey family didn''t live here, Giselle often moved in and out with the Montgomery family, who were on close terms, so the security recognized her and quickly exined the situation.


    "Oh, it''s all a misunderstanding."


    Giselle gently shook Adrian''s little hand, speaking softly, "Adrian, call your uncle."


    Adrian reluctantly mumbled a greeting.


    The security nearby was surprised-so they really were rtives?


    "Nephew! I''m your uncle!"


    Hugo''s eyes lit up, and he eagerly stepped forward to hug Adrian, but the child avoided him, not liking the snow-drenched figure.


    Hugo''s arms hung awkwardly in mid-air.


    Giselle chuckled, a brief sh of disdain in her eyes, "Let''s not talk here. It''s so cold outside. Come on, let''s get in the car and discuss things at home."


    "And you are?"


    Hugo was a bit puzzled. Who was this stunning woman, and why did she seem so familiar with the Montgomery family?


    Giselle covered her mouth with a lightugh, "I''m a friend of your brother-inw''s sister. Come on, don''t be shy."


    With that, she led them into the car and drove towards Crimson Gardens.


    Hugo was filled with the excitement of finally getting inside and didn''t notice that Charlotte had been silent since they arrived.


    Now in the car, Charlotte''s fingers brushed over the soft leather seat as she stole nces at the woman sitting in the front passenger seat-a woman enveloped in luxury and elegance. Her hand clenched tightly at her side, a sharp pain in her palm.


    They were worlds apart.


    Why?


    After dropping them off, Giselle made an excuse about having matters to attend to at home and left.


    Back in the car, sitting in the passenger seat, her previous warmth vanished, reced with a cold and dark demeanor.


    "Make sure to get this car thoroughly cleaned inside and out, sanitized at high temperatures, and rece all the seats!"


    The vehicle had been tainted with the stench of poverty. She didn''t even want it anymore!


    The driver quickly replied, "Yes, ma''am."