Before the surgery, Alan Morgan had already promised he would go look for Shirley Grant.

But it had been many days since his surgery ended, and he still hadn’t seen any sign of Shirley Grant.

Could it be that Dad was lying to him?

"Gerry Peary, be good."

Hearing Gerry Peary mention his mom every time he opened his mouth, Alan Morgan felt a little jealous.

"In this vast sea of people, finding someone isn’t something you can do in a day or two, especially when that person is deliberately hiding from us."

Gerry Peary lay there in a daze, unable to understand why his mom was deliberately hiding from them.

"Is it because Gerry isn’t good, always making a fuss about wanting Daddy, so Mom is hiding from Gerry?"

Alan Morgan was stunned; he hadn’t expected Gerry Peary to say something like that, and hurriedly shook his head.

"No, no, it has nothing to do with you, it’s your mom’s own problem."

A person who abandons her own son doesn’t deserve any affection at all.

Someone like that, he simply didn’t even want to look for.

What’s more, back then she had seduced him, and that was how Gerry Peary was born.

"Will Mom come back?"

Tears were welling up in Gerry Peary’s eyes; he looked so pitiful that Alan Morgan was at a total loss.

"She will, she’ll come back, she will, don’t cry."

Reaching out to wipe his tears, Alan Morgan stood there at a loss, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do.

When Alan’s mother came into the ward, this was exactly what she saw.

"What’s wrong with Gerry Peary?"

Alan’s mother looked utterly anxious.

"Is it hurting? Or is something uncomfortable?"

Seeing how worried they were, Gerry Peary shook his head.

"I miss Mom."

Alan’s mother: ...

Without another word, Alan’s mother sat to the side and started peeling fruit.

"Mom, you stay here and look after Gerry Peary, I have to go out for a bit."

"Alright, remember to come back early."

Alan Morgan nodded and slowly walked out of the ward.

Why did he keep feeling like something was off somewhere?

His mother had been acting strange these days, that look of hers was clearly evasive.

So there had to be something she was hiding from him.

Thinking of this, he decided to investigate properly.

...

Sicily——

Shirley Grant stared at Andrew Davidson, looking like she wanted to cry but had no tears. Who could tell her why Andrew Davidson turned into this kind of state when he got drunk?

Looking at the 1.9-meter-tall hulk lying motionless on the floor, Shirley Grant reached up and rubbed her temples.

Sorry, at 1.65 meters, she simply couldn’t budge Andrew Davidson even a millimeter.

"Don’t play dead, get up already."

Shirley Grant stretched out her foot and nudged the person lying on the floor.

Andrew Davidson: ...

No response.

Ah, shit!

Taking advantage of the moment, Shirley Grant went ahead and kicked him hard a few times.

Humph, perfect time for revenge.

If she wanted to take a plane out of here, she still had to get a passport.

Never mind a passport, she didn’t even have an ID card on her, so her plan to leave this place was even harder to pull off.

There was one more way: by boat.

Smuggling was indeed a good option, but this was Sicily, the Sicily where gunfights happened everywhere.

She really didn’t want to get hijacked at sea again; who knew if the next person they ran into would have a temper as good as Andrew Davidson’s?

Even though Andrew Davidson was a bit of a jerk, he had never actually treated her badly.

"Get up!"

Shirley Grant kicked Andrew Davidson again, but right now there was only her in the Villa; even the butler was nowhere to be seen.

Damn it!

"Andrew Davidson, you damn corpse, I swear I could just kill you right now!"

Ah, shit!

Shirley Grant roared in anger!

In an instant, Andrew Davidson opened his eyes.