Chapter 237

When Royce mentioned it, I suddenly remembered that my family was probably anxiously waiting for news. They were likely feeling just as distressed as I was.

I quickly called home to let them know that I had found the child.

Kelly was so emotional that I could hear the tears in her voice over the phone. "As long as you found him, that's all that matters. Please, bring him back quickly."

"Alright, we'll head back to Skyview City tomorrow, and the day after, we'll be back in Suncrest City."

Just in time for the bidding event in Suncrest City. No matter what tricks Alfonso had up his sleeve, he wouldn't be able to take the child from me or threaten me anymore.

I held the child close as Royce and I returned to Skyview City. Without a plane and given the child's special status, we had to use some unconventional methods to get back.

We stayed in Skyview City for a day. I couldn't bear to let go of the child, holding him in my arms the entire time.

He still seemed a bit unfamiliar with me, staring at me with wide, curious eyes.

At night, he wasn't used to my scent and cried frequently.

I had to get up to comfort him, trying to ease his anxiety.

After all, to him, it must have felt like a stranger had taken him away, and he must have been very scared.

The child didn't know yet that I was his biological mother.

After he finally fell asleep, I managed to get some rest.

The next evening, Royce arranged for us to return to Suncrest City.

Just then, I found out that the house Brandon and I used to live in couldn't be sold because someone was living there.

I was stunned to learn that Brandon had broken into the house and was driving away anyone who came to see it.

I sneered. There was no way I would let Brandon act so brazenly. That house wasn't his property; what right did he have to do this?

Royce and I rushed to the house. I kicked the door open, and the stench of alcohol hit me.

The floor was littered with empty bottles, and Brandon was passed out drunk on the floor.

I kicked him awake. "What are you doing? Is this your house?"

"Get out of here right now. I'm not joking!"

Brandon groggily got up, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Wife? Why are you back?"

I couldn't believe his shamelessness. I glared at him. "Look closely. Who's your wife?"

"Brandon, we're divorced. This is my house. Get out now, or I'll call the police!"

Brandon's lips curled into a smirk. "Why? Doesn't this house belong to me too?"

"You still want the house? Dream on!"

"I bought this house when we first got married, when you were broke. Now that you're back to square one, you want to take my house? Not a chance."

"You're a loser, a lifelong loser."

"Get out of my house now, or I'll call the police."

Brandon sobered up a bit, his face darkening as he realized what I was saying.

"I'm a loser? Don't forget, you let this loser fool you for ten years."

"And you willingly let me fool you. If I'm a loser, what does that make you?"

I couldn't believe he had the nerve to bring this up. I sneered. "You're truly shameless."

"Get out now. Did you hear me?"

I pointed at Brandon's nose.

Brandon scowled. "Caroline, I've had enough of your holier-than-thou attitude. You've never respected me in this marriage, not once in these ten years."

"What are you pretending for? You were my wife for ten years."

"If I had known, I would have listened to Shirley and used more poison to kill you."

I sneered. "Too bad you didn't succeed. I survived and got my revenge."

"I'm living better than anyone in the Jordan family. Do you think you're the pride of the Jordan family?"

"Everyone has abandoned you. Irene secretly transferred your money, Earl has been with Renee for a long time, and now that Renee has used you up, she discarded you."

"How pathetic you are, living in your family's lies. You're just a pitiful wretch."

I had completely broken Brandon. He gritted his teeth and lunged at me. "Shut up!"

But before he could reach me, Royce kicked him away, sending him crashing into his own empty bottles, blood spilling everywhere.

I stood over him, looking down as he clutched his chest, gasping.

"Hit me, will you? I'm calling the police."

"Go ahead, call them. I'll report you for trespassing."

"We only acted in self-defense because you broke in and attacked us. There's surveillance footage, Brandon. You can't escape."

He glared at us, knowing he couldn't argue.

"Tell me, whose child is Aria? Why did you go to such lengths to place her with me?"

Brandon turned away. "I don't know."

I sneered. "Not talking? Fine, I'll call the police."

"Wait, I really don't know."

Brandon suddenly grabbed my clothes. "I swear, I don't know. It was my mom's decision. She told me to switch the child. I disagreed, but you know how it is with my mom. I had to respect her, so I eventually agreed."

"After the switch, I kept looking for the child, but I couldn't find her. I don't know where they hid her."

"Believe it or not, that's the truth."

Looking at Brandon's face, maybe he was telling the truth. If Karen decided to switch the child, it must be related to her.

But whose child was it? And why place her with me?

Karen was dead, and finding the truth wouldn't be easy.

But I was determined to raise the child unless he chose to leave me when he grew up.

"Even so, do you think you can escape? We've already called the police. They're on their way."

"Why are you so cruel? I told you I don't know. Why arrest me?"

"Do you want the kids to be without a father?"

"To them, it doesn't matter if they have a father or not."

"Besides, you don't deserve to be their father."

As I finished speaking, the police burst in.