Chapter 17 Beautiful Mummy

In her room, Lyla showered first before she took to the bed. With her laptop at her side, she sat at the side of the bed and started to think about something.

Finally, she opened a browser and typed the words, “Mark Pattinson,” on the search bar.

She stared at the two words, thinking for a very long time before she finally hit “enter”. What surprised her next was the countless entries about him. There were pictures and most of them were Mark Pattinson with women.

She skimmed through the pictures with increasing discomfort. All the women appearing in pictures with Mark Pattinson were not the same woman. A quick count results in more than ten or twenty of them.

Moreover, each and every woman was beautiful, sexy.

She did a quick google search and found out most of the news about Mark spoke of his success in the industry. The rest were gossip articles. To say that the news was being straightforward was not wrong as there were only two kinds of news about Mark.

As she read more and more, her mind started to think about something. She could not help but compare Hansel’s face to Mark’s. They were just so similar that one could not help but think about that night…

Her mind recalled the events of that night. In all honesty, neither of them knew each other. Neither of them met before. And just like that, something happened…

At that moment, she thought of something. That night, in that hotel, there must have been some form of records if Mark Pattinson had been there.

But it has been over six years! Could they still keep the records?

‘I don’t think it’s possible…’

She wanted to know. She wanted to know if Mark Pattinson was indeed the father. If he was, she could choose to leave forever, never to be discovered by Mark.

If he wasn’t, good. She could at least be at ease, working there.

She thought about it for a while and still could not come to a decision. Even so, in the end, she decided to pay the hotel a visit. If they kept the records, it would be best if he was not in them…

The morning of the following day, Lyla was in the kitchen busy making breakfast.

The rest included the usual routine; her two children woke up. Gretel’s morning hair was dishevelled when she was still rubbing her sleepy eyes as she walked out of her room. When she saw her elder brother, Hansel, she winked at him and smiled. Hansel’s face twitched in response.

Everything they did was seen by Lyla as she set the table with plates.

‘What are they doing?’