At this moment, a luxury car pulled into a parking spot outside the basketball arena. Sebastian nced in the rearview mirror at Zora and the little girl Patricia, sitting in the backseat before stepping out of the car to open the door for them.
weren’t for his daughter, he wouldn’t have driven all the way to pick up Zora himself, and certainly wouldn’t have prepared two cups of specially- made milk tea–onerge, one small.
Zora was taken aback by the gesture, but her mood brightened immediately. She took the milk tea and led Patricia out of the car
Patricia <b>was </b>dressed in a red dress, wearing a small mask, and holding onto her beloved windmill–the one thing she always carried with her wherever she went
“Let’s go, the game is about to start!” Sebastian invited.
“Alright” Zora and Patricia followed Sebastian into the basketball arena.
Following their pre–arranged seating n, Sebastian led Zora and Patricia to their seats, which happened to be across from Caitlin’s group, separated only by the court.
Molly, who had been casually ncing around, noticed them and frowned. “That person looks just like my brother… No way! It is him! He’s with Zora! What’s going on? I need to go ask!”
Molly couldn’t make sense of Sebastian’s actions. Why was he chasing after Caitlin but now with another woman? Was he trying to make them angry on purpose?
“Molly, don’t go over there! Pretend you didn’t see anything. Focus on the gamel” Caitlin said, worried that their ns would be ruined.
“Right, right, the game is starting! Dr. Smith should being out soon, so excited!” Molly said, already scanning the crowd <b>for </b>Simon
Wendy, noticing what <b>was </b>going on, asked bluntly, “<b>Wait</b>, do you have a thing <b>for </b>my brother?”
“Cough. Molly was caught off guard by
by the question, but quickly regained herposure and answered, “Well, yeah, I do like him!”
Wendy was shocked at how candid Molly was. “I didn’t expect you to just admit it,” she said, still processing it.
Seeing Wendy’s surprise, Molly continued, “I know you want Caitlin and your brother to get together, but Caitlin’s married to my brother, so your wish won’te true. But why not support me instead? How <b>about </b>I be your sister inw instead? Not bad, night?“:
“Uh not bad,” Wendy <b>answered </b>truthfully.
“I thought so too! So, Wendy, you better help me out and support mel” Molly added with a grin..
Caitlin patted Wendy on the shoulder, knowing Wendy’s hopes for Caitlin and Simon wouldn’t work out. Still, Molly wasn’t a bad choice and might be
worth considering.
All of Caitlin’s attention, however, was focused on the people across <b>the </b>arena. Zora, meanwhile, was absorbed in looking at Sebastian, not noticing
Sebastian secretly sent Caitlin a text, then turned to Zora with a concerned tone. “You should drink your milk tea while <b>it’s </b>hot, or it <b>won’t </b>taste good when it cools down.”
“Alright, thanks!” Zora happily began sipping the milk tea.
Caitlin read the text and, after briefly talking to Molly and Wendy, excused hersell from the arena.
Soon after, the US Amateur Basketball Open Finals officially began. Both teams took the court: Simon’s team, the New York Medical University team<b>, </b>was up against the New York Flying Tigers. Both teams were evenly matched, having traded wins and losses in the <b>past</b>, so this final would settle who would
The fans around them cheered loudly for their tears, and Molly spotted Simon.
“Ahh.. Wendy, your brother looks so handsomel” Mally said, bouncing with excitement.
Simon, in his ck basketball jersey, exuded confidence and energy, looking as though he was glowing–handsome to the point it was hard to look <b>away</b>.
Molly shook Wendy, but Wendy, used to it, simply shrugged. “He’s <b>okay</b>.”
However, Wendy soon noticed something odd. A familiar face appeared on the Flying Tigers team–a man in a white basketball jersey clutching a basketball under his arm. Was that Benjamin?
“What’s he doing here?” Wendy muttered. “Why would he be ying too?”
Benjamin, a casual yer on the side, hade to enjoy the final match for fun. Upon spotting Sebastian in the stands, he looked around for Caitlin but instead spotted a ratherrge person.
“That fat guy’s here too?” Benjamin thought, noticing therge, unmistakable figure of someone from the New York Medical team.
Wendy, noticing Benjamin’s nce, felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly covered her face with her bag, not wanting him to recognize her.
As the referee blew the whistle, the game began, and everyone’s attention shifted to the court.
Sebastian, observing Zora closely, noticed she seemed a bit ufortable. After drinking the milk tea, her stomach appeared to be bothering her. She didn’t want to appear weak in front of him, so <b>she </b>tried to ignore it.
“You’re alright, Miss <b>Harris</b>? You don’t look well,” Sebastian said, his voice <bced </b>with fake concern.
“I’m fine..” <b>Zora </b>replied, but her stomach hurt even more, and a strange, ufortable sensation began swirling inside her
<b>She </b>tried to figure out the cause of her difort, but she didn’t consider the milk tea Sebastian had given her.
A few minutes <bter</b><b>, </b><b>Zora </b>could barely tolerate the pain anymore. She had toe up with an excuse. “Mr. Vanderbilt, could you watch Patricia for me? |
need to use <b>the </b>restroom.”
“Of course, leave Patricia to me<b>, </b>don’t worry<b>,</b>” Sebastian reassured her as she left for the bathroom.
Once Zora was out of sight, Sebastian lowered his voice and turned to Patricia. “Patricia, this windmill is from your mummy, isn’t it?”
“Yes! Mummy gave it to me! Granny says that whenever the windmill <b>spins</b>, it <b>means </b>Mummy is thinking about <b>me </b>Patricia exined proudly.
Sebastian’s throat tightened as he said, “Do you know <b>where </b>your mummy is?”
At this question, Patricia’s bright eyes dimmed, and her small head lowered. She had never seen her mummy and didn’t know what she looked like. She also didn’t know where she was or when she woulde back. She just kept waiting for her mummy
“I know where your mummy is. Do you want toe with me to find her?” <b>Sebastian </b>offered.
“Really? You’ve seen my mummy?” Patricia’s face it up with hope.
With the groundworkid earlier, Patricia trusted Sebastian, Now, hearing that he might <b>take </b>her to her mummy, she was eager to go,
“Look, your mummy has <b>prepared </b>a lot of windmills for you. They’re all for <b>you</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>Sebastian <b>showed </b>her a photo on his <b>phone</b>. The picture was filled with many windmills, and seeing them made Patricia even more excited,
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“Will you take me to find Mummy? I want Mummy!” Patricia pleaded, her little face hopeful.
Sebastian, stunned by his own words, couldn’t help but think to himself that he
seemed to <b>have </b>a knack for this whole “kidnapping” thing after <b>all </b>