Chapter 3

Instead of turning around, Blanche stood still and watched as the driver started the car.

However, at this moment, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan suddenly did not know where to drive out, gently stopped in front of the driver's car.

Blanche looked at it and was a little worried. She ran to it, knocked on the window, and said, "Could you please move over?" We have to go out urgently."

The window slowly rolled down, revealing a beautiful, expensive, and cold sharp face.

His eyes were deep and his voice was cold. "I wonder where Miss Blanche is going in such a hurry."

It was Ellen.

Blanche's face turned white and bloodless.

A strong unquiet, a great despair, sprang up in her heart.

Something told her, Ellen, that he was blocking here on purpose, not looking for himself.

Blanche knew she wanted to run to pick up Jason and go upstairs to hide. But reason told her not to.

So, she forced out a smile, a difficult tone to open, "you are so anxious?" I'll arrange for a babysitter at home, and you can come to my house tonight --"

But before she could finish, Ellen's cold voice interrupted her.

"Come on, stop playing games. You don't have the talent."

With a cold voice, he commanded the driver and the bodyguards in the back seat: "Go get the baby."

His words shattered Blanche's pretense.

Her face turned white and her voice trembled. "What do you mean, Ellen? You can't do this. Isn't it enough that you've run the Davis 'family into the red? Are you gonna take my son away from me? I'm the one who's sorry, not him! He is only a child!"

Blanche stopped in front of the car and cursed.

Ellen got out of the car.

"Go and get the child," he ordered, cold and defiant.

Then he picked Blanche up and shoved her in the back seat.

The bodyguards quickly took Jason down and put him in the back seat, too.

In the back seat sat Blanche and Ellen.

The bodyguard, however, put the baby directly into Ellen's arms.

After closing the door, the car moved slowly.

Jason had no idea what was going on, but a child's natural acuity told him something was wrong.

"Mommy, what's wrong with you? Where are we going?" Jason asked quietly.

Blanche didn't know what to say.

"Uncle is taking you to a fun place. By the way, my little friend, how old are you, and what is your name?" 'asked Ellen gravely.

Although Jason did not like to get too close to strange men, he still maintained the most basic courtesy, saying, "Sorry, uncle, my mommy taught me not to give out my name and age to strangers."

It was the first time Ellen had been rejected by a child.

His already ugly face was momentarily clouded.

He turned his eyes to Blanche and said coldly, "Tell me his name and age."

Blanche grabbed the baby and wrapped him in her arms. "His name is Jason Green and he's four years old," she said.

Ellen's cold eyes fell on Jason's pretty white face, dark and cold as a knife. "Say that again!"

Jason immediately stood up in front of Blanche, raised his voice, "Uncle, why are you yelling at my mommy!"

Blanche pulled Jason back and hugged him as if she were holding the whole world.

"His name is Jason. He's four years and two months old." Blanche's voice trembled, and her tone already had a pleasing taste, "Ellen, the feelings between us are my fault, but it has nothing to do with the child." His father didn't want him, but I brought him up through a lot of hardship. Even if you want to get back at me, please don't hurt the child, okay?"

The fragility and pallor of her face, fear and helplessness, were visible to Ellen.

Ellen made no expression, pressed her thin lips together, and said nothing.

As the car drove along, Blanche's heart grew more and more anxious.

"Where are you taking us?" Blanche bit her lip and asked hoarsely, "Whatever you want, whatever you want, please let the baby come home."

After a long time, the car stopped.

Blanche was forced out of the car and looked up to find the paternity testing center.

Her face stiffened and she wouldn't let go of Jason.

"Ellen, I beg you. It's gonna scare the kids. I'm begging you. He is dizzy with blood." Blanche said incoherently.

Ellen's face was as cold as iron, and she held out her hand. "Give me the child. Blanche, I repeat, give me the child."

Despite Blanche's pleas, Jason is eventually taken inside and his blood drawn.

This is the most advanced team in NY City. We'll have results in an hour.

Jason has been taken to dinner by the professionals, and he's been a little reluctant, but nice.

Ellen stood high above the French window, looking down at Blanche's despair.

Blanche was gripped by great fear and despair.

She was shaking and her lips were bloody from her bites.

Her voice was hoarse, and there was a cry and a supplication in it: "Ellen, I gave birth to this baby all by myself."

"I bled out when I gave birth to him. I almost died."

"Do you know how painful it is to breastfeed? When he eats, it's like cutting out my flesh with a knife."

"He is always crying, the nanny can not hold, only I hold." So I held him for a whole month and now my wrist is constantly sore."

"Every time he has a fever, I took him alone in the hospital for infusion, and I had to continue to work the next day --"

"He's my child, Ellen, he's my child --"

Blanche was sobbing by the end.

But Ellen, still with a cold face, stood in the distance.

An hour seemed like a century.

A worker in a white uniform and a mask knocked on the door with an identification report.

"After testing, Mr. Ellen and Jason's child have a genetic match of more than 99 percent and are biologically related."

Blanche was not surprised by the result, but Ellen's face, which had been tense, eased.

He turned and looked at Blanche, who had been shaking, slightly curled his lips and sneered, "Blanche, good for you."

Blanche was in great pain, and her lips trembled slightly: "I can let the child get along with you, or I can let you visit." Don't take him, please --"

Ellen had not yet opened her mouth, but the staff at this time took off the mask, gently and affectionately said: "Miss Blanche, Jason is Ellen's child, how can it be considered robbery?" Besides, you're doing a great job with the kid. I love it. We'll raise him well, you can rest assured. And, of course, thanks to Miss Blanche for making Ellen and me such a lovely heir."

Blanche looked at the beautiful woman with red lips and white teeth in disbelief. She opened her lips but heard no sound.

Ellen frowned slightly, looked at the visitor, and said, "Why are you here?"

Leslie Baker smiled and said, "You are looking for such a big thing, I want to be involved in the side." I am also a major in this field, and tests can never be wrong."

Leslie Baker walked over to Ellen. The two stood together, matched by talent and beauty.

She smiled at Blanchie and said, "Miss Blanchie, let me introduce myself. I am Allen's fiancée, and my name is Leslie Baker. Due to my health reasons, I will never be able to have children, so please rest assured that we will absolutely take good care of Jason."

Blanchie had never encountered such a nonchalant and heartless statement.

She had never seen such a refined yet ruthless person.

She trembled, nearly losing her voice: "Your inability to have children has nothing to do with me! Jason is my child; he is mine alone! No one can take him away from me! Not even Allen!"

By the end, Blanchie's voice had turned into a scream.

Leslie's expression remained unchanged, still smiling as she said, "Of course, I cannot deny your significant contribution, so we will provide you with some compensation. How does thirty million dollars sound?"

Blanchie was so furious she almost went mad. Her eyes were bloodshot as she spoke each word slowly, "Do you not understand human language? With all your money, go buy my son! I won't sell him!"

Leslie sighed and looked at Allen, gently saying, "Allen, Miss Blanchie seems very unwilling."

Allen's expression was cold, and his tone was harsh: "You can only choose one: the Davis family or the child."

Without a moment's hesitation, Blanchie shouted, "Of course I want the child! I want my child!"

However, as soon as the words left her mouth, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Allen's lips.

Before he could speak, several people suddenly burst in from behind the door and restrained Blanchie.

It was the Davis family.