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    Mrs. Ford walked out of the shop over ten minutester. I secretly followed her out with Ashton and Xan. "Don''t follow too closely, Mom. She has bodyguards behind her," Ashton reminded me as he tugged at me.


    Only then did I realize that there were bodyguards constantly following Mrs. Ford about ten yards away. It was fortunate that we did not follow her too closely.


    "Call a cab, Mom. Don''t take your car," Ashton reminded once again.


    I gave him a thumbs-up before bringing them into the cab.


    "Drive up and go in front of that Maybach, mister," Ashton spoke up assertively.


    The cab driver was amused. "I''m surprised you knew what a Maybach is, kid."


    Ashton smiled and replied, "I know a lot of things, mister!"


    I stared at him dumbly. That boy truly had a dramatic personality. Xan continued to y with her Rubik''s cube and only looked up asionally.


    I realized that Ashton loved to perform while Xan was more reserved.


    "Slow down at the intersection ahead, mister. Let the Maybach overtake us," Ashton softly instructed.


    When following another car, we shouldn''t tailgate or start directly behind it. Instead, we should stay in front and get within the chauffeur''s initial line of sight. We should only slow down to follow behind the car at the intersection.


    It was especially so for cabs. That way, we would be less likely to be noticed by the people in the other car. "Alright." The cab driver only found it amusing as he followed Ashton''s instructions.


    "Is someone you know there in the Maybach, kid?" the cab driver asked.


    "It''s my grandmother. I want to give her a surprise. So, you can''t let them notice us, mister!"


    It was as if Ashton''s ability to lie was inherent and as easy as breathing. I took a deep breath and looked at him.


    Our cab followed Mrs. Ford throughout her journey. She seemed to be in a good mood,pletely forgetting the fact that she might be getting followed.


    The car stopped at a high-end sanatorium in Fedora Hills. We stopped the car nearby, and I brought Ashton and Xan to hide among the bushes.


    Mrs. Ford got out of the car. She even took out a mirror to reapply her lipstick before entering the sanatorium.


    "Do you want to go in, Mom?" Ashton asked, looking at me.


    I nodded. However, sanatoriums like this usually had strict security.


    He said, "I''ll wait at the entrance with Xan when you go inter, Mom. We won''t run around. We''ll stay with the doorman."


    I nodded. Ashton then ruffled Xan''s hair.


    It was as if Xan instantly understood Ashton''s meaning. She got up and ran toward the doorman. "Mister! Mister! My mom, my brother, and I got lost, but my mom''s tummy hurts. Can you let my mom use the washroom inside?"


    The doorman seemed to hesitate, but Xan was just too adorable. "Where''s your mother?"


    I walked out while holding Ashton, clutching my stomach as if I was in pain.


    "I''ll report it while you register yourselves." The doorman stuck by the protocol, yet our cover would be blown as soon as he reported us.


    "My mom won''t go anywhere else, mister. We''ll wait right here. Please let my mom go. She''lle out quickly," Xan said coquettishly, tugging at the doorman''s shirt.


    "Do you y Rubik''s cube, mister?" she asked again.


    The doorman was swayed by Xan''s adorable acts. He smiled and said, "Alright, alright. Hurry up and head inside. The children can stay with me for now."


    I nodded and slipped in while clutching my stomach.


    Following Mrs. Ford''s trail, I found her in the garden behind the sanatorium. She was pushing through a wheelchair and smiling sweetly.


    She said, "You''ll recover from your illness soon, Miguel."


    The middle-aged man in the wheelchair with graying temples shook his head with a smile. "There''s no need to force it. The end of one''s life is not the end of all."


    I hid myself nearby. Just as Mrs. Ford turned the wheelchair around, I was frozen in shock.


    That white-haired middle-aged man looked exactly like Michael. Other than the fact that he had aged, it was clear that they were modeled from the same mold.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.


    They wouldn''t have looked so strikingly alike if they were only father and son.