Chapter 241

Alexander hesitated. Then, he voiced his suspicion, saying, "Sebastian's company and business have been in Willowbrook this whole time, but for some reason, he left to go to F Country."

"Sebastian has been staying in F Country for the past three years and rarely left. According to sources, he met Vivian online and fell in love with her at first sight."

F Country.

Alexander remembered that Vivian was also from F Country. However, from her appearance, she was obviously not a native.

After he hung up the phone, Alexander read through the information slowly.

Nothing about Vivian's background raised any red flags. But one date in Sebastian's file caught his attention—a date he would never forget.

That day three years ago, Evelyn's lifeless body had lain in his arms. No breath. No pulse. Gone forever.

Yet, on that very same day, Sebastian had abruptly left Willowbrook for F Country.

The records confirmed it—Evelyn's death and Sebastian's departure coincided.

Was this mere coincidence?

With this suspicion gnawing at him, Alexander woke Ethan. After getting him ready, he drove him to kindergarten.

From the rearview mirror, Alexander watched Ethan sitting silently in the backseat. Suddenly, Evelyn's words from last night echoed in his mind: "I suggest you take him to see a doctor."

"Ethan, are you feeling okay?" Alexander asked.

Ethan's dark eyes flickered. He clutched his backpack tighter, lowering his head as he shook it.

Alexander frowned.

This wasn't the Ethan he remembered. The boy who used to trail behind him, calling him "Daddy" with endless energy and affection.

But somewhere along the way, that bright child had withdrawn. Stopped speaking. Stopped reaching for him.

Alexander didn't press further. He already knew the answer.

The moment he realized how deeply he cared for Evelyn, everything—and everyone—had shifted.

After walking Ethan inside, Alexander didn't leave. Instead, he parked his car nearby and waited.

Soon, a familiar figure appeared.

There she was—the woman who looked exactly like Evelyn, holding Amelia's hand as they approached the school gates. Her smile was soft, warm.

Alexander's grip tightened on the steering wheel. His pulse quickened as he memorized every detail of her expression.

Once she drove away, he stepped out and entered the kindergarten.

Though Amelia's teacher handled the older children, she recognized Alexander immediately—Ethan's father, one of Willowbrook's most influential men.

"Mr. Blackwood," she greeted with a polite smile. "Are you here for Ethan? He's in the next classroom."

"I'm here for her." Alexander pointed to Amelia, who was laughing with her classmates.

The teacher followed his gaze. "Amelia Prescott?"

Amelia Prescott.

The name settled heavily in his chest.

Alexander nodded, his gaze fixed on her rosy cheeks and bright eyes. "Yes."

The teacher's smile widened in understanding. "Oh! So Amelia is a Blackwood too? No wonder she and Ethan are so close—they must be siblings!"

Siblings.

The word struck Alexander like a physical blow.

His heart clenched. A tangled mess of emotions surged within him.

Amelia was brought over quickly. When she saw Alexander, she grinned, dimples appearing. "Hello, nice mister!"