Chapter 1396: TestingChapter 1396: Testing
This was Kian's first thought, if there was nothing to hide, why rush to leave?
Ayan's expression also turned solemn, he squinted his eyes and asked in a flat tone, "When are you leaving?"
"The flight is scheduled for tomorrow evening."
“Alright, | understand. Keep an eye on her, as soon as she leaves her current residence, have someone follow her immediately,
she should not leave our sight for a second. If it's inconvenient to watch her in the bathroom, specifically find a female to keep an
eye on her."
"Okay, Mr. Simpson, | know what to do." Kian responded promptly, and then went on to talk about some work-related matters at
Simpson Group. These past couple of days, due to the Armstrong family's situation, even Daisy and Kerry were neglected. Kerry
had just arrived in Hance City, so the public relations director from Simpson Group was assigned to take them sightseeing.
However, Daisy hadn't seen Ayan in several days, so naturally she came to Kian to inquire about Ayan's condition.
At this moment, Kian whispered to Ayan, "Mr. Simpson, Daisy has contacted me. She wants to know if you have time tomorrow
to discuss the contract details of the collaboration project with her and Kerry at Simpson Group."
With a low and indifferent tone, Ayan responded, "Have them come to Simpson Group around nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
“Alright, | got it."
"That's all for now."
"Okay."
Ayan didn't say anything more, he just ended the call and put down his phone.
Camille glanced at him and asked, "What did Kian say?"
Ayan replied, "That woman has booked a ticket to leave the country."
"When? Is she going alone?”
"No, she's taking the child with her. The flight is tomorrow night, but whether she's really leaving or not is still uncertain," Ayan
said calmly.
Camille also raised an eyebrow, then glanced at Grace instinctively and said, "Leaving tomorrow night, why the rush? Did the
Armstrong family give her any information?"
"No, Kian has instructed the people watching over the Armstrong family not to give her any chance to contact them. | also
checked your father's phone messages, there were no reminders. | suspect she's feeling guilty, sensing that things are difficult to
handle, so she wants to escape," Ayan explained.
"Is she planning to leave with the child to shift all responsibility onto him?" Camille chuckled lightly, with a hint of mockery in her
eyes.
Sienna chimed in, "Is this woman planning to empty all the money and leave? With the person gone, Uncle Armstrong will get
nothing! Isn't that plain stupid?"
Sienna finished with a giggle, then stuck out her tongue, glancing at Grace out of the corner of her eye. "Grace, sorry, | couldn't
help it."
Grace pursed her lips and shook her head, "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. He is him, | am me. Since the moment he
betrayed us, we are no longer a family. So, what he does has nothing to do with me."
There was unwavering determination in Grace's words, her eyes narrowed, exuding a calm demeanor as she looked at Ayan,
“Mr. Simpson, | want to visit where she lives. | want to see what kind of life this aunt has been leading behind my mother and
everyone's back."
This idea was not a sudden decision, Grace had been contemplating this since she found out last night.
While watching a movie with Camille and the others in the afternoon, she pondered on this question. Despite everything, she
needed to meet her.
Ayan didn't give a definite answer, he instead questioned, "Do you want to confront her or pretend you know nothing when you
meet her?"
It was a multiple choice question.
Grace herself didn't realize, she didn't think too much into it, she just wanted to meet her, she hadn't planned what to do after
meeting her, but she simply wanted to see her, to see her reaction when she saw Grace herself. Would there be any hint of guilt
or embarrassment?
Of course, this was just her naive idea, how could someone who could do such things feel guilty?
If there was any remorse, it wouldn't be possible to betray and at the same time pretend to have a good relationship with Page.
Grace fell into a brief silence, then took a deep breath before saying, "Let's pretend | don't know anything, I'm just genuinely
distressed about my mother's situation, not knowing who to confide in, and wanting to see her."
"What are you waiting for then? Contact her now!" Ayan urged.
"Now?"
"Or do you want to wait until she leaves Hance City to contact her?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in Ayan's tone.
Camille, understanding his tone,
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“Alright, | understand, I'll call her now," Grace said.
Grace immediately picked up her phone, sat down, and dialed her aunt's number.
The call went through instantly, but there was no immediate answer from the other end. Yet, Grace remained patient, waiting in
silence along with everyone else.
After what seemed like ten seconds, and just as Grace thought the call wouldn't be answered, a voice came through the phone,
"Grace? Is that you?"
Upon hearing the familiar voice of the woman, Grace paused. Hatred flickered in her eyes, and her emotions began to rise.
Consciously trying to control herself, she pressed her lips together, her voice low as she replied, "Aunt, it's me."
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