"..." Eva Nightingale. What does it matter if the President’s son of the Sovereign Empire is handsome? Why is a subordinate interfering senselessly?

"Miss, he’s just not in the basement."

Speaking of which, when we kidnapped this little cutie in New York, everyone was stunned! The baby carried an intense royal aura, knowing there was no escape, he simply sat quietly without crying or fussing, not saying a word.

His features were remarkably handsome, with an exceptional demeanor, yet not a word was spoken throughout.

The bodyguard wiped his sweat: "Miss, the President’s son is mute."

Eva Nightingale: "..."

The bodyguard nagged: "I’m serious, ma’am."

The next second, Eva Nightingale kicked him with a high heel: "Ouch~~" The bodyguard cried out in pain.

Impatiently, Eva Nightingale spoke: "Hurry up and take me to see him!"

"Yes, ma’am."

...

The standalone villa was tightly shut with doors and windows.

A small child was curled up at the foot of the bed, having not eaten for days, he had become much thinner, but his eyes were bright and piercing, a rare beauty.

He used his chubby little hands to draw the shape of a leaf on the wall, the leaf was floating on a little stream.

Listening to what Ella White shared, he knew Eva Nightingale was the name of him and Lucas’s mother, so he drew a leaf drifting on a stream, the scenery was beautiful though he didn’t know where this small leaf would drift off to?

Amy Green, Eva Nightingale, such beautiful names.

"Click!" Suddenly, the villa door opened, and a beam of bright sunlight streamed into the room.

Soon, there was the staccato sound of high heels on marble, approaching closer and closer.

Today, Eva Nightingale wore a white long dress and six-centimeter crystal high heels, her light chestnut wavy hair casually draped over her shoulders, appearing noble and elegant, quite the character in high-society circles.

"Don’t follow me."

Eva Nightingale spoke, the bodyguards stopped in their tracks.

Her voice was perfectly pitched, reaching Graham Knight’s ears, he stopped drawing leaves and streams on the walls and unusually turned his head towards the source of the voice.

An exquisite face came into view, with a pair of beautiful large peach blossom eyes, almost identical to little Ella.

First reaction, little Ella... Enlarged version?

Almost simultaneously, Eva Nightingale looked incredulously at those bright, dark eyes, and the image of Lucas Knight flashed through her mind...

No wonder he is his son, he looks exactly like him!

No doubt, this little boy is indeed his son!!

Eva Nightingale suddenly felt guilty, knowing Lucas Knight was still bedridden, and worried this little guy would refuse to approach her once he knew she’d hurt his father!

She paused and took a moment, walked forward, squatted by the bed, and smiled from the heart, looking at him.

She didn’t forget what the bodyguard said, that he couldn’t speak, that he was mute.

Such a pity for this extraordinary face, especially those extremely sharp eyes.

After staring at him for three seconds, Eva Nightingale decisively extended her hand: "Be good, then may I hold you?"

Her voice was especially gentle: "Auntie will take you to eat something, don’t worry, I am not a bad person, I won’t harm you. After you eat, I will send you home, okay?"

Although even she couldn’t quite explain her feelings towards the President, Eva Nightingale always felt a special kind of affection toward this little boy, sensing an inexplicable closeness.