Chapter 1806: 435: Everything is responsive_4

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Capital City Airport.

Eight o’clock sharp.

An anxious middle-aged couple in their fifties or sixties waited at the arrival gate.

Their faces were extremely haggard as they continuously looked inside.

The couple’s only daughter had died in a zombie incident, and their son-in-law had not survived either; their six-month-old grandson had gone missing.

Under such circumstances, a missing infant was the worst outcome.

When they received the news, they cried their eyes out.

Just when they were listless and had completely lost hope in life, a phone call came, reigniting their hope for the future.

Their grandson was still alive.

Upon hearing this news, the elderly couple was overjoyed and immediately kowtowed to thank the Bodhisattva for their blessings.

They wanted to go to Country Polluton immediately to bring the child back, but all flights there were temporarily suspended.

To have their child back, they had to wait.

A mere six-month-old child, in a foreign land without kin, this made the elderly couple extremely anxious, especially now as they were still enduring the pain of losing their loved ones.

What if something happened to the child while they waited?

Only by holding the child in their arms could they truly be at ease.

Until, news came from Polluton again, Miss Thompson had arranged a private plane to escort the child back.

At that moment, the couple no longer thanked the Bodhisattva.

They were grateful to Miss Thompson.

The plane landed at eight, but their grandson was not yet in sight. Zara grew anxious and looked at her husband, “What’s taking Ralap so long? Could something have happened?”

Reignier offered comfort, “It’s okay, surely nothing has happened, don’t scare yourself.”

In fact, he also felt uncertain.

Ever since their daughter and son-in-law’s tragedy, he constantly felt as though nowhere was safe.

After all, zombies were something that had previously existed only in films and TV shows.

But this time,

they had appeared in real life, and so close to him.

His poor daughter and son-in-law were gone, and they couldn’t even keep their ashes, only erecting a cenotaph.

Before long, two airport staff members walked over holding a baby.

“Is that our Ralap?” Reignier clutched the sign in his hand, afraid the staff wouldn’t see it.

Zara was not certain either, just staring constantly at the child in the staff members’ arms.

Until the two staff members approached and asked, “Are you Reignier and Zara?”

“Yes, we are,” they replied in unison.

The staff continued, “Could you please present your identification and relevant documents?”

Reignier’s hands trembled as he showed his identification, and Zara, tears welling up, inquired, “Is this our Ralap?”

“This is Ralap.”

Hearing this, Zara burst into tears.

Poor child,

so young and already without parents.

“May I hold him?” asked Zara.

“I apologize, but we need to verify your documents and confirm your relationship to the child before we can hand him over to you.”

Zara nodded through her tears, “That’s right, that’s right.”

It was a measure of responsibility.

What if someone else falsely claimed the child?

Reignier took out all the documents, “Are these what you need?”

After verifying their identities, the staff handed over the child, “Please take care, the child is still young and needs your love and care. You must also look after yourselves.”

“Yes, we will,” Zara held the child tightly, pressing her face against the child’s, “Ralap, Granny’s Ralap!”

Reignier, too, stood beside them wiping away tears, “Let me hold him.”

With their daughter gone,

the grandson was the only proof that she had ever existed.

He was also the only bloodline their daughter had left in this world.

Zara handed the child to Reignier.

The two cried terribly.

The child was too young, only six months old; he hadn’t even fully remembered his parents’ faces.

A moment later, Reignier looked at the staff and thanked them earnestly, “Thank you.”

After speaking, he took out the red envelope he had prepared earlier, “This is a token of our gratitude, please accept it.”

The staff naturally would not accept the red envelope from the couple.

It would be unconscionable to accept a red envelope from elderly people who had just lost their loved ones.

Soon, the two elderly people took a car and returned home.

The child must have been hungry; soon after arriving home, he began to cry loudly, and Reignier hurried to prepare the formula for the child.

The little one stopped crying immediately upon tasting the milk.

Reignier looked at his adorable grandson and continued, “We must pull ourselves together and live well, raise Ralap to adulthood, and not let our daughter and son-in-law down.”

“Mhm,” Zara nodded.

Their daughter and son-in-law were gone, and now grieving was of no use. If their health also failed, what would happen to the child?

He would truly become an orphan!

Reignier then said, “You take care of the child; I’ll go buy groceries and cook.”

“Alright.”

In the current situation, even if she had no appetite, she had to eat regularly.

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Country Polluton.

The next morning.

Viola Thompson saw Terrence Lentz off at the airport.

The next time they met, it would be in their home country.

Viola looked at him, “Take care of yourself, and remember to let me know when you arrive safely.”

“Mhm, I know,” Terrence nodded slightly, then reached out to hug Viola.

They embraced each other lightly, just like countless other couples saying goodbye.

Urged by Viola, Terrence walked into the departure hall with reluctance.

Watching Terrence’s figure disappear, Viola also left the airport.

As she arrived at the underground parking lot, a crisp voice emerged in the air.

“Gemma!”

Gemma?

That wasn’t her.

Viola didn’t pay attention, opened her car door, sat in, and was just about to drive away when the passenger door was also opened, and a cute little girl climbed in, huffing, “Gemma! I was calling you! Why didn’t you respond?”

“So, little sister, were you calling me just now?” Viola asked with a smile.

“Yes,” Sweetie pouted, “And I’m not little sister. I’m Sweetie!”

Sweetie?

Viola looked out the window, “Do we know each other?”

Upon hearing this, Sweetie cocked her head and eyed Viola, “Gemma, do you really, really, really not recognize me?”

“Gemma?” Viola frowned slightly.

“Yes! Aren’t you Gemma?” Sweetie watched Viola with her big, bright eyes blinking.

“Little friend, Sweetie, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m not Gemma; my name is Viola Thompson.”

“You are not Gemma?” Sweetie’s eyes widened, “How is that possible! You are Gemma! You can’t not be Gemma! Gemma, are you mad at me?”

Viola felt helpless, “I am really not Gemma.”

“You are!” Sweetie pointed at Viola’s arm, “My Gemma has a red birthmark on her wrist, and you have one too, right?”

Viola was taken aback.

Indeed, she had a birthmark.

She had one in the past, and she still had it now.

Such a coincidence?

Sweetie insisted angrily, “Why aren’t you speaking? Is it because I’m right?”

She’s obviously Gemma, yet she denies it!

Viola continued, “Although I do have a birthmark on my wrist, I am really not your Gemma. How about this; you tell me what Gemma’s full name is, and I’ll see if I know her.”

Sweetie stared at Viola with wide eyes, then said, “Gemma, are you playing a joke on me?”

How could someone not know their own name?