I didn't want to go back and face them, so I stayed at my parents' house overnight and didn't go back with him until the next evening.

As soon as I got out of the car, Melanie rushed over and gave me a big hug, saying with a pouting smile, "Vanessa, give me a hug."

I pretended to be surprised and asked, "When did you arrive?"

Melanie hooked her arm with mine, and we walked into the house together. She glanced at Charles imperceptibly and said in a sweet voice, "My honey brought me here yesterday afternoon."

"Where's the baby? Let me hold him."

Melanie took the child from Mary and pressed her face against the baby's, obviously showing her maternal love.

"Melanie, aren't you worried about putting your son in your hometown?"

"What's there to worry about? Rural children can be raised causally. Unlike Logan, he was born into a wealthy family. He's precious." As she spoke, she seemed somewhat proud, "We have to bring the best things in the world to him."

I sneered in my heart, "Yes, my son deserves the best. I'll remove all the trash for him one by one."

"Melanie, do you remember how we met?" I asked her.

Melanie put down Logan with grace and earnestly said, "Yep. We met on the Mommy's Journey App. At that time, I posted a very popular article, and everyone was mocking me. Only you helped me and gave Matthew a job."

"Then am I good to you?" I asked.

"Of course, you took care of me during my pregnancy and spent a hundred thousand dollars to arrange the maternity hospital for me. Now you give me a good job. I'll always be grateful to you."

I sat on the sofa, filed my nails, and asked, "When did you know Charles?"

"When you asked me to have dinner at your house. What do you mean, Vanessa?" Melanie's face turned pale.

"Charles often away for days at a time. Look, he only stayed at home for 8 days last month, and the remaining 23 days were outside." After saying that, I pretended to glare at Charles.

Melanie was so scared.

At this time, the person my parents arranged had already found Melanie's hometown. If nothing else, my biological son would be brought back in two days.

I didn't care about my husband anymore. Melanie, if you wanted him, and then he was yours.

Charles took my nail sponge file and said with a smile, "Don't blame me. It's all for our family."

Melanie's ringtone sounded. She said, "Oh, right. I asked Matthew to buy gifts for you and Logan. I'll get them."

After a while, she came back with a bunch of pink roses and stuffed them into my arms, saying, "I hope Vanessa will always be as beautiful as these roses."

After speaking, she took one from the middle to play with Logan. I was shocked. I quickly threw down the bouquet and ran over to pick Logan up.

Charles shouted, "What are you doing? Melanie is here to take care of our Logan."

Wow, Charles was out of control.

Looking at Melanie's crying and Charles's suppressed displeasure, I didn't want to explain that Logan was allergic to pollen.

After I gave Logan to Mary, I went back to the bedroom to take a shower and asked Mary to throw away the flowers.

Before going upstairs, I turned around and said, "I'll take care of my Logan by myself."

I wonder if they would feel sorry for my son. I went back to the room and took a cold shower to calm down.

I stood in the cold air for a while, locked the door, put on my headphones, and turned on the monitor.

The maid's room was on the first floor. Melanie sneaked into the study on the second floor and asked with worry, "Did she find anything?"

"Impossible. Come here and hug me." Charles sat on the executive chair I bought for him, patted his thigh, and stretched his arms.

Melanie showed a charming smile and sat on Charles's lap, hooking her hands around Charles's neck.

The two started kissing, and Charles's hands began to wander. Melanie suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "Not today. She just came back, and she spoke so strangely. Stay cool."

Charles's was burning with desire and was unwilling to stop. He buried his head in Melanie's chest and slurred, "She is just a self-righteous fool. As long as she gets some benefits, she thinks she is the center of the universe. I know her."

Melanie pushed him away, stood up and straightened her clothes, and anxiously said, "No, for our son, as usual, you come back when she's asleep."

"Okay, I'll comfort her first. Since she had Logan, she hasn't been sleeping well at night. I've prepared sleeping pills for her. Don't worry."

Charles turned his back to the camera, and I couldn't see his face. I couldn't imagine how his usually gentle expression would be when he said these words.

Seeing Charles turned off the monitor and left the study, I took off my headphones and pretended to be asleep quickly.

Soon, I heard the door opening, and he hugged me from behind, burying his head in my neck and whispering, "You fell asleep, Vane? I missed you."

If it were before, I would burst into laughter and play with him.

He always stayed up late, so I pretended to fall asleep first to coax him to sleep.

But today, I wanted to slap him.

Especially when I thought about how his head was buried in Melanie's chest, I felt disgusted, so I said, "I'm tired. Let me sleep for a while."

He considerately touched my forehead, his face showing concern. "What's wrong?"

I forced a smile and said, "Nothing. Frank is naughty. He has caused a lot of trouble since he came back, and I haven't had a good rest."

Charles patted me and said, "My client recommended some sleeping pills to me. Would you like to take it before sleeping?"

Why did he let me take pills so openly? I thought he would secretly put them into my water.

Well, if I hadn't heard his words in the surveillance, I would have obediently eaten them.

I refused. "No, I'm just so tired."

Charles asked carefully, "Shall I sleep in the guest room tonight? I'm afraid my snoring might wake you up at night."

"Okay, please turn off the lights for me. Good night," I replied.

The next day at noon, Frank sent me a message: [Vane, come back now.]

I knew there was news about my son, so I quickly advised Mary a few things and hurried to my parents' house.

Only Frank was sitting on the sofa at home with worry on his face. "We didn't find him."

"Why?" The news came like a bolt from the blue, disrupting my plan.

"We've found Melanie and her husband's hometown, the house they rented. The child has been transferred, and Matthew's ID card is fake."

I remembered child trafficking and my heart tightened.