Chapter 45 Charles, Save Me Quickly
Fannie rested her head on Martin's shoulder, expressing her longing for him over the past few years.
"Daddy, do you know how much I've yearned to be recognized by you these past few years? Even though you were terrible and hurt my mommy, I still have feelings for you since your blood runs through me."
"Huh, should I thank you for that?" Martin's mouth twitched.
Fannie seemed oblivious to the sarcasm in his words and held her chin high. "Of course! Look how magnanimous I am, not blaming you!"
...... Watching her mischievous little appearance, Martin inexplicably didn't dislike her. He even found her cute.
Just then, Charles' voice came through the miniature earpiece hidden in Fannie's ear.
"The plan is complete. We successfully sabotaged that despicable father's press conference. Proceed with the original plan and make your escape."
Fannie lightly tapped her ear in response.
Martin carried Fannie out of the conference hall.
Suddenly, Fannie clutched her stomach in pain and said, "Daddy, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the bathroom."
Martin seemed to have predicted she would try this, cunningly curling up his lips. "Hold on, I'll take you there!"
Saying that, he led Fannie into the VIP elevator.
Fannie was momentarily confused. "Daddy, there's a restroom on this floor. We don't need to go far."
Martin simply smiled and remained silent.
A foreboding feeling crept up in Fannie's heart.
Charles also sensed something was wrong and asked anxiously, "Fannie, where is he taking you? The elevator keeps going up."
"Five, ten, fourteen, twenty..." Fannie looked at the continuously changing numbers on the elevator, growing anxious but trying to appear calm.
"Father, where are you taking me?" she tried to ask as innocently as possible.
Martin innocently smiled, "Of course, I'm taking you to the restroom."
"Do we need to go upstairs to use the restroom?" Fannie displayed a smile that was even more grimace-like than crying.
"You're my daughter, naturally, I can't let you go to a public place! I have a presidential suite on the top floor, where only I live. I'll take you there."
Fannie secretly thought this was not good, "No, there's no need for such trouble! I don't have so many requirements."
"But I do." As Martin’s words fell, the elevator 'dinged' open.
Martin opened the presidential suite, casually closed the door, and placed Fannie on the ground, "Alright, go to the restroom! I'll wait for you here."
Fannie's face instantly drooped, looking like she was about to cry.
Observing her change, Martin wickedly raised the corner of his mouth,
"Since you dare to disrupt the product launch, be prepared to face the consequences. If you tell me now who instructed you to come, I can be lenient. Otherwise..."
At this point, the smile on his mouth gradually turned cold.
Fannie was frightened by his appearance, but to not appear weak, she straightened her small chest and said,
"I know you're a bastard who abandons things at his leisure. If you don't want to recognize me, just say it. Why bother with all these schemes? I'll leave..."
After scolding him with hands on her hips, she planned to take advantage and run away.
Just as she reached the door, Martin stopped her.
"You think you can cause trouble at my product launch and then escape? Today, either tell me who instructed you to come, or go and have your DNA tested with me."
Fannie was clearly horrified, but still maintained her composure, "Who said I want to run away! I want to go to the restroom, where is it?"
Martin smiled meaningfully and pointed to the restroom.
"Hmph!" Fannie snorted arrogantly, raised her head, and walked to the restroom with a proud posture.
Once inside, her disguised composure immediately crumbled. Her legs weakened, and she slid down to the ground, leaning against the door.
"Charles, what do we do now that we can't escape? If we do a DNA test, my identity won't be hidden anymore."
Charles, who was keeping a close eye on their every move through a miniature earpiece, immediately comforted, "You did great just now, don't panic, I'll come to save you."
Fannie worriedly asked, "How will you save me? Or should we find Mommy?"
Charles immediately rejected her suggestion, "We can't find Mommy! That cunning jerk of a father is very sly, if you and Mommy are seen together, he'll definitely know your identity! Trust me, I have a plan."
Fannie was a very mysterious existence; she only resembled Mommy about forty to fifty percent.
When they were separated, they didn't look like mother and daughter at all. But as soon as the two were together, it was obvious that they were mother and daughter.
It was precisely because of this that he felt assured to let Fannie disrupt the product launch and seek revenge for Mommy.
Fannie knew Charles had exceptional intelligence. Seeing his confidence, she finally felt relieved and gained more courage to face that jerk of a father.
Martin sat calmly on the sofa, watching Fannie emerge from the restroom with a smile that could be seen as a smile but also not. "How's it going? Have you figured out which one to choose yet?"
Fannie blinked her big, innocent eyes and said innocently, "Daddy, what are you talking about? Aren't we going for a DNA test now? Let's go!"
Martin raised his eyebrows in surprise and began to appreciate the little girl's ability to handle the situation somewhat.
In order to not let her have a chance to escape, Martin once again held her in his arms and took the VIP elevator straight to the hotel lobby on the first floor. Just as he stepped out of the elevator, a small figure pounced on him.
"Daddy, I miss you so much ......"
Martin fixed his eyes and realized that it was actually Randy.
Without hesitation, he put Fannie on the floor and nervously picked up Randy, "What's wrong with you? Shouldn't you be in the hospital right now? Where's your mommy?"
Charles wrapped his arms around Martin's neck and kept scowling at Fannie behind him, signaling her to run away.
Receiving his command, Fannie took a step back, and when she saw that Martin didn't notice, she boldly turned around and ran. The small figure quickly drowned in the crowd of people coming and going.
Seeing Fannie successfully escape, Charles secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Daddy, I know you're having a new movie launch today, so I wanted to come and cheer you up, I searched for a long time before I found this place, did I miss it?"
Martin happily stroked his little face, "Daddy is glad you could come! But the launch is over! I'll take you to the hospital."
"Uh-huh!"
Charles nodded vigorously.
Martin picked up Charles and turned around to get ready to look forFannie, only to turn around and see where Fannie was.
He narrowed his narrow eyes and let out a soft laugh.
Half ironic, half helpless.
A thousand precautions, but still let that little guy escape.
Martin held Charles in one arm and called Alan with the other.
"Even if we dig three feet into the ground, we have to find the little girl who disrupted the launch! Keep all surveillance on her!"
Charles strained his ears to eavesdrop.
When Martin ended the call, he asked in mock confusion, "Daddy, who's the little girl you're talking about? Do I know her?"
Martin rubbed his little head and laughed, "You don't recognize it! You're still young, the priority is to get cured, daddy will take care of the rest."
"Oh!" Charles nodded his head obediently and nestled intimately in his arms.
Martin held the little guy in his arms tightly and had an indescribable feeling. It always felt like he was a little different from the morning, but he couldn't tell what it is.
Arriving at the hospital, Charles said goodbye to Martin and headed towards the entrance. Martin watched him until he disappeared from sight, then sighed with a mix of relief and concern.
He took out his phone and dialed a number, determined to find the little girl who disrupted the press conference.
"I must find that girl who caused chaos at the press conference! Save all the surveillance footage related to her!" Martin said firmly, speaking to Alan on the other end of the line.
Charles, who had been eavesdropping, perked up his ears. After Martin ended the call, he pretended to be curious and asked, "Daddy, who is this little girl you're talking about? Do I know her?"
Martin ruffled Charles's hair and smiled, "No, you don't know her! You're still young, and the most important thing right now is to focus on getting better. Daddy will take care of the rest."
"Oh!" Charles nodded obediently and snuggled closer to Martin.
Holding Charles tightly in his arms, Martin couldn't help but feel a strange sensation. He sensed that something was different about Charles compared to earlier, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
When they arrived at the hospital, Charles thoughtfully said, "Daddy, you must be busy today. You don't have to take me upstairs. Let Mommy come down to pick me up."
Martin firmly refused, "No, I have to personally take you upstairs. What if you run out again?"
Pouting, Charles protested, "Daddy, I'm already four years old, not a three-year-old. I can take care of myself. You have to trust me."
Confused by Charles's insistence, Martin wanted to tell him that being three or four years old didn't make much of a difference. However, seeing Charles's determination, Martin couldn't help but smile and accept his request.
"Alright but promise me you won't wander off anywhere. Stay with your mom once she comes to pick you up," Martin said, patting Charles's head affectionately.
Charles grinned and nodded, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He knew Martin was worried about him, and he was glad to have earned his trust.
Arriving at the hospital, Charles tried to say goodbye to Martin and head towards the entrance. Martin watched him then suddenly stopped him, then sighed with a mix of relief and concern.
However, when Martin saw his bright eyes, he couldn't bear to dampen his spirits.
After some thought, he took out his phone and dialed Patricia's number. As soon as Patricia saw Martin's call, she trembled in shock, almost dropping her phone.
“What... what is it?” she asked, trying to maintain her composure but with a hint of unease in her voice.
Martin expressionlessly said, “I am at the entrance of the ward. Come down and pick up Randy.” Patricia stood outside the ward, looking at Randy getting an IV drip in confusion.
“Randy? Isn't he...”
Charles, who had been eavesdropping, quickly snatched the phone and crisply called out, “Mommy...”
Patricia felt as if she had been struck by lightning. After a while, she regained her voice and cautiously asked, “Are you... are you C...?”
Charles smiled playfully and emphasized the word “Randy.”
Her suspicion was confirmed, and Patricia closed her eyes in despair. “Wait for me downstairs with Daddy. I'll be right down!”
“Okay!” Charles obediently replied,ending the call before Martin could speak.
Martin scrutinized Charles with a gaze that didn't waver for a moment, his discerning eyes seemingly harboring doubts.
If it weren't for this face, he would have wondered if the son before him was fake. Their personalities were quite contrasting.
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