Daddy, Mommy had been in Prison

Chapter 450 Meeting Sierra Again

They’d been about to ask about that yesterday, but Robert had been busy with his own business and

Georgia with her experiments at work, so it’d dragged on to today.

As Robert worded the question, he and Georgia kept their eyes fixed on Wesley’s face, eager to see

his reaction.

“I don’t remember too much when I was small or when I was three years old or four years old, Dad. It’s

all fuzzy. Why can’t I remember? I don’t remember at all. I just remember that a lot of kids were playing

with me, but I don’t remember what their faces looked like. What about before do you want to ask me

about, Dad? If you don’t say what it is, I don’t know how to think about it.”

“Then I’ll say it another way. Back when you were with your Mommy, Sierra. Do you remember being

with her when you were in kindergarten or when you were younger? Where did you live back then? Did

you have neighbors you knew beside you?”

At Robert’s words, Wesley’s brow furrowed.

He thought back to his memories from when he was little, thought of where he and his Mommy used to

live, and if there were any neighbors around.

But none of it surfaced. He just remembered that he seemed to have been together with his Mommy all

along, but he couldn’t recall what kind of place it was.

“Maybe my memory’s bad, Daddy. I can’t remember. But I remember Mommy was with me all along. I

just don’t remember where I used to live with Mommy.”

“Then I’ll say it another way again. Back when you lived together with your Mommy Sierra, did you ever

keep a kitty or a puppy? Did you have any toys you liked?”

Those were small, tangible details now.

Robert’s question had gone from large-scale to minute. He was probing deeper step by step.

Anyone who had a memory would have given an answer for this last question.

If they didn’t have pets, they never had pets. If he had any toys he liked, he’d have said so.

Wesley thought back and only felt his head hurt.

“I don’t remember if Mommy and I had any pets, Dad. I don’t remember that. I don’t get it. Why are you

asking me this kind of question, Dad? Maybe I didn’t have any toys I like.”

At that, Annie chimed in at the side, curious.

“You liked that toy puppy the most usually, so how could you not have a toy you liked? Did Auntie

Sierra not buy you toys? Auntie Vanessa bought me lots of dolls before. I liked the big bear the most.”

Saying that much, Annie tugged on Robert’s hand.

“Daddy, I want a big, tall golden retriever. I saw my neighbors around me keep one before and it’s cute

and gentle. Can I have one too?”

Robert smiled and agreed.

“If you want that kind of dog, Annie, of course it’s okay. I’ll have the butler arrange it, and you can go

pick it yourself. You can start at a puppy, and the golden retriever will treat you as its master and like

you a lot.

“But if you want it, Daddy has to remind you about one thing.”

“What thing?”

Annie asked curiously.

“If you want a dog, then from the moment you buy it back, you have to know how to take care of it,

know what it’s scared of, and know what it doesn’t like. You can’t leave it all to the servants and the

butlers. I want you to be responsible for it and be its real master instead of leaving it to someone else.”

Annie was a bit confused.

“If I wanted a golden retriever, Daddy, of course I’m going to take care of its meals, and know what it

doesn’t like. Don’t worry, if I got this dog, I’d stick to it every day, and know what it likes and hates

perfectly.”

From the way Annie and Wesley were talking about their memories, it was clear to see that Wesley

only had a muddled image of the past, and couldn’t say where he used to live, what he liked, and what

he did.

As for having him recall what went on before, he could only say that he’d always lived with his Mommy.

Georgia and Robert could almost be certain that Wesley’s memories had an issue, but neither of them

were professional, and they still needed Vincent over to do a expert’s evaluation.

At noon, Georgia left home.

Wilson had sent people to take her, and it was already arranged. Georgia came before Sierra straight

away with no complications.

Sierra was in manacles, and wearing a prisoner’s outfit.

There was only a table between them, and to let Georgia speak freely, Sierra’s feet had been shackled

too, and she couldn’t move at all.

The two of them were left there.

“This was sudden. Is a certain person in your family now in danger and about to die? Is that why you’re

coming to beg for my help?”

Sierra opened her mouth and started mocking her right away.

She actually didn’t know what was going on inside Robert’s body, but she was sure that he wasn’t in

the same state as regular people.

Back when they’d taken Robert out of the lab, she and Jayson had run a test on him to do some early

treatment.

That checkup had turned out something wrong already. But Sierra didn’t care. She was just looking

forward to Robert passing her his property.

“Sorry to disappoint you. Robert’s doing fine every day. It’s like you say and his body’s a bit abnormal,

but up until now, he hasn’t shown any problems.”

With that hanging in the air, Sierra shut up.

She didn’t know if Georgia was forcing her smile, or if she really was that confident.

After all, she was locked up here and had no access to outside information.

“Speaking of, I spent five years in prison too. How the tables turn. I was the one in the overalls and

cuffs. None of you Lanes came by to visit me, but now you’re the one in prison. Really, sometimes you

can’t laugh too early. Who knows if you’ll lose it all one day.”

As Georgia said that, Sierra’s expression changed.

Her face contorted slightly. Sierra especially hated how Georgia was lording over her.

Right now, Georgia was a woman in finery, while she herself sat here, hair messy, in the clothes of a

convict, a defeated prisoner. The difference was driving her insane.

She hated the feeling that Georgia was having it better than her. She only wanted Georgia to be as it

was when she was little.

Wearing the clothes she didn’t want, eating her leftovers, picking up after her scraps. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

But now, she was being mocked by such a woman. It was driving her insane.

“What are you so pleased about? Do you think you’ll really have happiness? When Wesley’s birth

mother shows up before you, and when Robert has to take responsibility for that woman, you’ll be

abandoned all the same!”