At that, Alessia suddenly let out a soft laugh, as if she’d just remembered
something delightful.
“If this were before, you would've probably draggedstraight to sign the adoption papers, and then marched
withto the Tate house to raise hell, right? But you don’t need to worry-my biological parents are actually
wonderful people. Now I've got three older brothers and a little brother, and believe me, they're way more warm
and friendly than those two troublemakers from the Tate family ever were.”
She squeezed Jade's hand and chatted gently about everything that had happened lately. The conversation
continued in quiet tones until the butler knocked at the door.
“Miss Morton, dinner is ready.”
“Thank you.” Alessia gave a soft reply, tucked the blanket around Jade-who still showed no reaction-and quietly
left the room.
Meanwhile, at the airport, the arrivals hall began to empty as passengers trickled out from the gate. Only when
the crowd had thinned did a tall man and a young boy appear, trailed by two bodyguards hauling their luggage.
“Mr. Max, Mr. York.” Butler Dawson moved forward to greet them.
“Where's my father?” Max's gaze was cool, his features sharp and composed. His straight nose was marked by a
tiny mole at the tip, lending an unexpected touch of allure. He tugged at his tie, his expression edged with
impatience.
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“Miss Ileana?” Max shot the butler a pointed look. Dawson dropped his eyes and said nothing more.
“Where's my dog?” York Tate clearly had no interest in their conversation. His big eyes roved restlessly,
searching for his companion.
York's round cheeks still clung to the last traces of baby fat, and his bright, mischievous eyes made it seem as if
he was about to pull a prank at any moment. Despite being dressed in a custom-made suit, he radiated the
heedless energy of a pampered child, his voice brimming with bravado and mischief.
“In the car, Master York,” Dawson replied.
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Without another word, York bolted outside. Dawson, well-accustomed to his antics, gestured for one of the
bodyguards to follow. The two brothers hadn't exchanged a single word; if anything, they seemed more distant
than strangers.
By the tMax made it to the car, York and his German Shepherd had already claimed the back seat, playing as
if nothing else in the world existed.
“Master Max...” Dawson hesitated, hoping Max would take the front seat. But Max beat him to it.
He opened the rear door without saying a word. The Shepherd, which had just been playing enthusiastically with
York, fell silent and shrank low, refusing to move no matter how York tried to coax him.
“York, I'll give you three seconds. If you don’t get your dog settled, both of you can walk home,” Max said calmly,
his tone leaving no room for argument.
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Stylists bustled around her, making adjustments, while the makeup artist added the final touches. Everyone was
focused on her, fussing and flattering.
lleana’s lips curled into a smile she couldn’t quite hide. She loved being the center of attention, surrounded by
admiration and praise.
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