An hour later, Matteo arrived at the Hilton hotel.Even though he was smart for his age, he was still a kid, so it took some time for him to arrive at hisdestination. Thankfully, he quickly spotted a car in the hotel parking lot that was the same one themen in black had driven when they took his mother away from the hospital. His heart skipping abeat in excitement, he made his way to the hotel lobby."Hi, pretty lady! Id like to ask who that car outside belongs to?” The receptionist, a young woman,lowered her head to see an adorable five-year-old boy standing on his tiptoes and peeking over thecounter.With a fluffy head of dark hair and large, curious eyes, he looked like a handsome youngprotagonist from a Disney animation. Isn't... Isn't this lan, the young boy who lives in our hotel'spenthouse suite? She stammered, “Mr. I-lan? Why are... you here? Weren't you just at therestaurant?”Huh? Mr. lan? Matteo quickly picked up that something was off. So, he pulled a tall stool over andclimbed onto it, resting his elbows on the reception counter as he smiled brightly at the youngwoman whose cheeks went red. “That's right! I just came out for a minute. Oh, do you know whothe car outside belongs to, miss?" “Doesn't it belong to your family? Your father’s staff was driving it when he came home just now,”she replied, confused. Matteo beamed; his chubby cheeks becoming round. “Okay! Thank you,pretty lady. I'll be going now!" “Where are you going? It's too dangerous for you to be alone. Let mewalk you back to the restaurant, or your father is going to panic if he can't replace you.”The receptionist scrambled out of her seat, worried that the boy might get lost if he left the hotelpremises. But Matteo wasn't about to let that happen. She had recognized him as “Mr. lan”, and hewanted to see for himself what the real Mr. lan looked like. During class yesterday, his teacher hadshown them a photo of a kid who was transferring to their preschool.The kid in the photo looked like Matteo, but his name was “lan.” When he got home and hackedinto the preschool principal's computer to search for more information about lan, the registeredaddress was the penthouse suite of the very Hilton hotel that Matteo was currently at.He sprinted faster than a spooked bunny and left the receptionist in the dust, making his way to thehotel's restaurant on the fourth floor. lan was sitting like the perfect gentleman in the middle of thefancy restaurant, dressed in a small, tailored suit and a napkin tucked into his collar.He ignored the food in front of him; his expression one of impatience as he asked his father'sassistant, “Mr. Scott, when can we go home?” lan and Matteo were completely different children.Even though their physical features looked alike, their temperaments, personalities, and even theirspeech patterns were opposites.if Matteo was a refreshing ball of sunshine, then lan was a mini Arctic Ocean just like his father, ormaybe worse. lan was not talkative, and he didn't like being around other people because of hisantisocial personality. He had been raised by Sebastian to act prim and proper at all times. Therewasn't a single trace of naivety or immaturity that should be found in a normal five-year-old. “Tsk,so that's Mr. lan? I really do look like him. But is he always as uptight like an old man?”Matteo mumbled to himself, feeling sorry for the other boy. “We can't go home yet, lan. We camehere to look for a cure for your father's illness. Don't you want your father to be cured?” Luke toldlan. The young boy was silent for a few moments. It was obvious that he still cared for his fathergreatly. “Then the woman whom he brought along today is supposed to cure him?”“Sort of?” Luke laughed awkwardly, trying to give him the vaguest answer possible. lan knitted hiseyebrows together and finally picked up his fork and knife, digging into his food. “If that's the case,then tell him not to be so mean to her!” Luke nearly choked on his food. A few feet away, Matteostiffened up in shock.What? Who dares to be mean to Mommy? Unforgivable! Whipping around, Matteo marched all theway to the penthouse suite, tiny fists clenched by his sides. A few minutes later, the guards standingoutside of the suite saw a tiny figure walked out of the elevator and was heading towards them witha stern look on his face.For a moment, they broke out in a cold sweat. “Welcome back, Mr. lan.” “Mmm.” Matteo was not anacting prodigy, but he did his best to mimic lan's uptight attitude. “Where's Daddy?"“Mr. Hayes just left. But he said to tell you that if you came back early, you should go inside andrest, and that he'd return very soon.” The guards didn't harbor a single ounce of suspicion towardsMatteo as they hurriedly told him where his mother’s bully had gone before opening the door forthe boy to enter the suite.Matteo stepped inside the penthouse suite, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. The living roomwas nearly as large as a town square, decorated with expensive-looking furniture fit forroyalty. Where's Mommy?
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