I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

From Mr. Oakley’s words, Justin found that not only was Mr. Oakley acquainted with Meredith’s mother but also that she was pretty wealthy, from an exceptional background even.

Could it be that Meredith was not abandoned as everyone thought she was?

Justin pressed, “Mr. Oakley, have Meredith’s parents come looking for her? Where are they? What are their names? What do they do?” After everything that had unfolded around him, if Meredith’s parents had indeed sought them out, Justin knew better than to just feel happy about it. If her parents were not of good character, and could negatively influence Meredith’s life, Justin would not stand idly by.

Mr. Oakley, somewhat evasive, struggled to respond. “Um… no, I don’t know where Meredith’s parents might be.”

Justin wasn’t easily fooled. He was only ever clueless in front of his own parents; tricking him otherwise was not so simple. Looking Mr. Oakley in the eyes, he said, “Mr. Oakley, you watched Meredith and me grow up, you must have seen the headlines. Meredith is not the same as before; if her family has really come forward, any small misstep could spell real trouble, and I’m sure the orphanage wouldn’t want any part in that.”

There was a hint of warning in Justin’s last words. Mr. Oakley well understood the gravity of Meredith’s current status as Mrs. Sterling. Befriending Meredith could only benefit the orphanage.

Weighing his options, Mr. Oakley chuckled nervously, “Actually, I just remembered. Someone did come looking for Meredith a few days ago, but I’m not sure if she was her mother. She asked if Meredith had a birthmark on her waist and also inquired about when Meredith arrived at the orphanage.”

Justin, eager, interrogated further, “Who was this ‘she’? Where do they live?”

“She called herself Chloe Chaucer. As for where she lives or what she does, I truly don’t know. But she drove an expensive car and donated generously to the orphanage, clearly from a well-off family,” Mr. Oakley explained. “I promised Miss Chaucer I’d keep this a secret, Justin. Please, don’t let this slip. It’s all still unconfirmed, and a misunderstanding could cause unnecessary problems.”

“Chloe Chaucer?” Justin didn’t recognize the name or the woman. “Mr. Oakley, what does she look like? Did she say anything else?”

Given her awareness of Meredith’s existence, she must be someone close or known to her. Mr. Oakley uncomfortably stated, “She resembles Meredith a bit, and she didn’t say much. I suggested a DNA test to Miss Chaucer, but Miss Chaucer preferred not to trouble Meredith if things were still uncertain.”

“Is she sincerely looking to acknowledge Meredith?” Justin was particularly concerned about this.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“It seems so,” Mr. Oakley suggested, “She mentioned she had been searching for many years.”

Justin inquired, “Do you have her contact details?”

Mr. Oakley replied with difficulty, “Justin, there are so many children here at the orphanage to think about.”

It was clear that Mr. Oakley was uncomfortable sharing more. Justin didn’t press further, but he was happy for Meredith, knowing her parents were looking for her. Still, he needed to ensure their intentions were genuine; after all, he was now cautious. Once bitten, twice shy.

He didn’t rush to tell Meredith. He wasn’t sure if Meredith had a blue birthmark on her waist and needed to find a suitable moment to ask.

As night fell, Terrence Sterling returned home late, almost at dawn, when Meredith had already woken up once from her sleep.

“Why are you back so late?” Meredith mumbled, propping herself up.

Terrence softly replied, “Go back to sleep. I need to sort out some stuff in the study. Don’t wait up for me.”

Earlier in the afternoon, the company’s secrets had been leaked, causing significant losses. Terrence was unraveling which insider was responsible and trying to mitigate the damage. Unable to assist with such matters, Meredith lay back down, “Then hurry up, don’t work too late.”

“Alright.”

Terrence gently closed the door and entered his study. He phoned his assistant Rick, “Did you find out where the problem is? Who else had access to that report?”

“Mr. Sterling, I checked the cameras. Besides me and Linda, your father was in your office this morning before you returned to the company,” Rick disclosed bravely, indirectly implicating Julian.