Chapter 5 Is That Mr Lock’s Child?
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“Mr. Lock, what should we do? Should I go help her?” Bill asked softly, sympathy tugging at his voice.
He was a father too. Scenes like this were hard to watch.
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Finn said nothing, but before he could respond, Nadine frowned. “You’re Finn’s driver, not some street cleaner. Helping her would be humiliating, Finn. Just drive around her.”
“But … maybe we could wait for a minute or two, Mr. Lock. She’ll be done soon,” Bill replied gently. Anyone with eyes could see what was going on. The road was narrow, and trying to swerve around the woman would splash her with cold, dirty rainwater.
It was water that had been pooled there all night.
It was dirty and freezing cold.
She was carrying a baby too.
If they did that, that cleaner was bound to fall sick.
“If you want to blame someone, blame the weather. It rained all night. She just has to be sweeping this one flooded road. It’s not our fault–it’s her luck,” Nadine said with a dismissive pout.
She glanced at Finn’s stoic expression, and her heart thudded at his reaction. Quickly, she put on a helpless expression and said, “Finn, I do feel bad for her, but … ”
Before she finished, Finn’s cold voice cut through the air.
“She’s just a street cleaner. Drive through.
“I know. You’re worried about being late for the meeting,” he added gently, patting Nadine’s hand. But when he turned to Bill, his tone was ice. “What, are you deaf now?”
Bill jolted in fear. He clenched his jaw and hit the gas.
The car sped forward. Rainwater surged up, spraying high into the air, but only a few drops returned to the ground.
Tess stood there, frozen like a statue, clutching Layla to her chest.
She didn’t even have the strength to pick up the broom she’d dropped.
The car roared past.
In the backseat, Nadine checked the rearview mirror with a triumphant smirk on her lips.
A filthy street cieaner like her dared to block her and Finn’s path? It served her right. Hmph!
“Waaah! Waah!”
Layla was startled and started crying all of a sudden, her wails piercing through the quiet, cold street.
Even as the car sped far down the road, the crying didn’t stop.
Bill’s heart twisted with guilt.
In the backseat, Finn pretended to be reading documents, looking like he was not bothered by the incident. But the same page sat untouched on his lap.
“Shhh, Layla. It’s okay,” Tess whispered through tears, rocking the baby strapped to her chest as she watched the vehicle disappear into the distance.
“Don’t cry, sweetie. It’s alright.”
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Pedestrians paused. Some took out their phones to record the scene. Finding it amusing, they uploaded the scene online.
“Look at this street cleaner, soaked in muddy water. What a sight! This is hilarious,” one of them mocked.
“Man, this is gold. Tip me and I’ll bring you to see this up close.”
Their mocking voices couldn’t break Tess–but the sound of Layla’s terrified crying did.
Her tears finally fell, splashing onto Layla’s blanket.
Tess quickly reached out, trying to wipe her tears away before they could soak through the blanket.
But the moment her hand touched the fabric, she realized it was covered in muddy water. She had only made things worse.
Layla was screaming in her arms, her tiny face scrunched up. She was flushing and wet. No matter how gently Tess rocked her, she wouldn’t stop crying. The sound tore through her like a blade. And in that moment, Tess could no longer hold herself together. She bent down in the middle of the cold.
Tess had seen it. She hadn’t missed the scene in that car–the man and woman holding each other close.
It was her ex–husband and her sister and apprentice she had once mentored with care.
Now, they sat comfortably in luxury, high and mighty. All that was built on the ruins of her reputation and dignity. She had /fallen into the mud after they used her as a stepping stone to rise.
She had loved the wrong man, and this was her fault. She’d given everything for him, and this was where she ended. Who could she blame?
But she had Layla now. Tess clung tightly to Layla in her arms.
Her scarf slipped as she knelt, revealing the face hidden beneath.
It was a beautiful face, like a beautiful painting. Her eyes were full of life, her nose was straight and graceful, and her rosy lips had a natural flush to them. But a deep scar ran across her left cheek, ruining everything. It was the kind of scar that made people look twice–and look away.
There, in the puddle–filled street, a young mother crouched silently, holding her baby and crying quietly.
The silence was deafening.
Even the streamer, who moments ago had been shouting enthusiastically and demanding gifts from his viewers, suddenly fell quiet in shame. His hands dropped, and his cheeks burned hot.
“I–I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I just wanted to get views.”
“That car was messed up,” someone else added. “Want me to help you expose them?”
Tess quickly wiped her tears, though her voice was still raw.
She shook her head and pulled her scarf back up, tightly covering her face again. She said softly, “Please, could you delete the video?”
The man looked into her eyes–those beautiful, almond–shaped eyes still shining with tears. It was such a pair of beautiful eyes. What a shame…
Those clear, tear–filled eyes–how could anyone say no to them?
He fumbled with his phone. “Yeah, yeah, of course. Look, it’s gone. See?”
“Thank you.”
Tess’s voice was soft, barely audible. She offered a quiet word of thanks before turning away to pick up her broom and resume clearing the water.
Once she finished this last puddle, her shift would be over for the day. And by then, little Layla would no doubt be hungry2/4
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Chapter 5 Is That Mr Lock’s Child?
Layla, even if I have to sweep every gutter in this city. I’ll still give you the sky.
A minute later, she quietly pushed her cleaning cart down the street.
That slender figure–fragile, yet unshakably steady–slowly disappeared into the distance.
Only then did the bystanders snap out of their daze,
“She’s so young. Why would she take a job like this?” someone asked.
“Maybe it’s a social experiment or a real–life video shoot?” another guessed.
And just like that, the scorn returned.
“These days, people will do anything for money.”
“Bet the whole thing was staged–even the car.”
“Ugh, anything for attention. No shame at all.”
“Ugh.
Only one car remained parked a short distance away. Inside, Max Hunt sat frozen, his eyes locked on Tess’s retreating figure. His expression was unreadable. “Was that Tess?” he murmured.
“H–How did she end up like this?”
He had a mole resting just below his left eye. His features were striking, almost too perfect, but at this moment, disbelief clouded his face.
He wasn’t sure if he was asking the man beside him–or himself.
Max lowered his gaze, his long lashes trembling slightly. His lips were pressed into a tight line. Somewhere behind the calm surface, a flicker of pain passed through him.
He had never regretted what happened back then.
And now, he had everything–power, reputation, and wealth. He could offer her a better life.
After all, she had only spent a year in prison.
She had nothing now. It didn’t matter that she had served time. Her past didn’t matter. He didn’t care. He could take care of her and make it up to her.
“Mr. Hunt, that woman with the baby?” His driver blinked, clearly stunned.
“That can’t be Ms. Ember. You must’ve made a mistake.”
In his mind, Max had spent years pining after Tess. Maybe he would mistake every woman for the one he loved.
Even if she had been in prison, there was no way Tess was that woman in the oversized coat, cleaning the street.
Back then, Tess was the rising star of the legal world in Aetheris. She had that kind of quiet charm. A smile from her could make a defendant shake and a prosecutor sweat bullets.
Top firms had chased after her relentlessly, practically throwing job offers at her. But she turned them all down to take a modest position as lead counsel at Lock Group.
Some said she was too in love to think straight. But no one ever really knew what went on in her head.
Either way, a woman like her–elegant and brilliant–couldn’t possibly be the same person who now stood covered in street grime, holding a baby while sweeping gutters.
Max curled his fingers and slowly clenched his hand into a fist.
The window of his luxury car slowly rolled back up. His profile–excessively handsome–was covered in the shadows, his beauty tinged with something darker and harder to name.
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“I hope I’m wrong,” he said quietly.
“Find out if she was released early.
“And that child … Is it Finn’s?”
Alan Hoffman, the driver who also served as his assistant, immediately dropped his casual smirk.
Was Max serious? Did he really think that woman was Tess? But that was impossible.
Still, he obeyed languidly.
“Yes, Mr. Hunt.”
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