A Beautiful Misunderstanding

Chapter 956 The Final (Part Two)

In the Rong Mansion.

Albert called his son Zac to the ghost yard.

"Our family has guarded this secret for generations, which is related to the rise and fall of our family. Today, I will officially take you in to see what is inside?"

"It's so mysterious. Is there any treasure hidden in it?" Zac smiled playfully.

With a faint smile, Albert opened the bronze lock of the gate of the ghost yard and walked in with Zac.

A few months later, in the Chai family.

When Hoffman came back home with a little baby as beautiful as an angel, his wife was very happy.

Hoffman was infertile. His wife had been longing for a child so that she could be a mother.

"From now on, she is our child. Give her a name," said Hoffman.

After thinking for a while, his wife smiled and said, "Let's call her Dora. It means she is so adorable."

"Wow, that's very good." Hoffman nodded with a smile. He believed that this child would not only be his amulet in the future, but also his God of wealth.

As time went by slowly, many pains and sorrows slowly passed away, leaving only a small wound that could not be healed. As long as one carefully did not touch it, the wound would not be painful again.

Essie and Zac had one more daughter and son. The third son of Eva and Jim was also born. But they still couldn't have a daughter.

Dot was completely desperate.

He would not have his wife.

In the delivery room, when Dot saw his little brother lying on the crib, he sighed heavily.

Eva was also very depressed. This time, she was preparing for pregnancy according to the plan. She ate all the basic food. Why was she still giving birth to a son?

"Maybe it's because I didn't protect my daughter well and was punished by God that I couldn't have a daughter anymore," she said sadly.

Thinking of her own Dawny, Essie held back her tears in time.

Jim held Eva in his arms and said, "I have discussed with Zac and asked her little daughter to be our daughter-in-law. We can still be relatives by marriage." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"That's a good idea." Eva nodded and wiped away the tears in her eyes.

"You have three sons. Which one should our daughter chooses?" said Essie with a smile.

"Pick whatever you like." Jim smiled. He had many sons anyway.

Dot quietly walked out and came downstairs to the parterre. She saw a little girl eating under a magnolia tree.

She was very beautiful, like a little angel falling from the sky, but her huge appetite was really not like an angel.

She held a giant beef burger in one hand, a hot dog in the other, and a pizza bought from Pizza Hut on her leg.

"I'll eat hamburgers first, then hot dogs and eat the pizza at last. When Dad comes, I'll put them all in my stomach," she talked to herself and said with a big smile. Then she opened her mouth and bit the

giant burger.

Dot's eyes were completely attracted by her. This foodie was as good as his godmother. Judging from her appetite, she might be more powerful than his godmother when she grew up.

If his wife was still alive, she must be a foodie.

Thinking of this, a trace of sadness gently scratched his face.

The little girl soon found him. She blinked her big eyes for two times and asked, "Brother, are you hungry?"

"No." Dot shook his head and said, "There are so many food. Can you finish them all?"

"Of course. I can eat a lot," the little girl said proudly.

"Be careful of becoming a fat girl." Dot smiled.

"My mother said that I was too thin. I need to eat more and gain more weight to be cute." The little girl stuck out her tongue at him.

"What's your name?" asked Dot.

"Dora, I'm a beautiful and adorable little girl." Dora smiled sweetly.

"Dora Chai, a loser who is confused but not adorable at all," Dot laughed and teased.

Dora put the pizza on her leg aside and stepped on him rudely. "You're the loser. I'm a genius. I'm very smart. I got full marks in the exam."

She was really hot tempered.

Dot sighed. "Didn't anyone tell you that girls should be gentle to be cute?"

"I only know that whoever bullies me, I will pay him double." Dora pouted. She put the hamburger and the hot dog into the pizza box, picked them up, turned around and left.

Looking at her receding figure, Dot smiled and said, "Loser Dora, I remember you."

A few years later.

In Harvard University.

When Jarvis, who's pet name was Dot, walked into the Research Institute, a low voice came from behind, "Good morning, Jarvis."

He turned around and saw a young man slowly walking over. He was so handsome that no one could open their eyes.

"My name is Elvin. I came here for the first day today," he introduced himself.

"I know. Nice to meet you." Jarvis nodded.

Before Elvin appeared, he was praised as the most intelligent genius in Harvard ever. But now, this young man from the eastern region, like him, was going to break his record. So before he came in, the rumors about him had spread all over Harvard.

He looked at Elvin and somehow felt familiar with him.

Almost subconsciously, he thought of his brother, Dawny.

If Dawny was still alive, he would have grown up like him. He must be a rare genius with high IQ.

"Let's play basketball this afternoon," he said with a smile.

Elvin made an okay gesture. He didn't know that Jarvis had his own purpose to do so.

In the afternoon, when Elvin put on his handsome uniform and entered the basketball court, his first target fell on his left arm.

There was a star shaped birthmark on the left arm of Dawny.

Although many years had passed, he and his parents still couldn't accept the fact that Dawny had left them. They still held a glimmer of hope and belief. Maybe he was still alive. Every time they saw someone who looked like him, they would try to see if there was a birthmark on his arm.

This young man was the most special one he had ever seen.

He had the characteristics of his father and the Rong family: the astonishing handsome face, the domineering aura, the arrogance, and the coldness.

Unfortunately, there was no star shaped birthmark on his arm, only a faint scar.

"How did you get the scar on your arm?" Jarvis asked casually.

"It must be caused by naughty when I was a child." Elvin shrugged. He had this scar since he had his memory. He didn't know how it came, nor did he care.

"Really? Your nanny is really bad." Jarvis tried his best to hide his disappointment.

After playing basketball, they came out of the basketball hall and met Essie who came to visit her son.

When her eyes fell on Elvin's face, she immediately froze.

"Mommy, this is my junior schoolmate, Elvin," Jarvis introduced.

"Hello, aunty," Elvin greeted politely.

"How old are you?" asked Essie in a hurry, with her heart in a tangle.

"Fifteen years old," said Elvin.

"The same age as my Dawny," whispered Essie.

Elvin didn't hear what she said. He said goodbye to her politely and left.

Looking at his back, Essie said absentmindedly, "He look like me, your father, and your great grandpa."

"I know. But it's a pity that he's not Dawny. I've already identified him. There's no birthmark on his arm." Jarvis put his arm around his mother's shoulder.

"Really?" Disappointed, Essie lowered her head. Although many years had passed, the death of Dawny was still a pain in her heart that could not be erased.

The child was the flesh and blood of his mother. Even if he was not born and only existed in his body for a few months, he still left an indelible memory in his mother's mind and became an incurable wound.

"Mommy, if he is still alive, we will find him." Jarvis patted her on the shoulder and comforted her.

Essie nodded and swallowed the sadness in her heart. She turned to look at her son and asked, "Dot, it's time for you to have a girlfriend, isn't it?"

She didn't know if it was because of the death of Eva's daughter that her son kept a distance from the girls around him and had never made a girlfriend, which made her worried.

It would be terrible if his sexual orientation was distorted.

"Mommy, I'm busy. I don't have time." He tried to find an excuse.

"My task now is to urge you to make a girlfriend. If you don't find a girlfriend, I won't leave the United States," Essie threatened.

"Mommy, daddy will be lonely if you are not there. Don't forget that the maximum time you can leave him is three days," said Jarvis, shrugging his shoulders.

"Your daddy will come here tomorrow. Jarvis, you should know that you are the fifth generation of the Rong family's leader. If you get married and take over the family business as soon as possible, your father and I can travel around the world as soon as possible." Pretending to be angry, Essie stared at him.

"Well, let me have a try." Knowing that his mother was stubborn, he could only ask Jenny or Mary to help him to fool her.

On the way back to his apartment, he couldn't help thinking of the foodie called Dora the loser.

He didn't know how she was now, where she had gone and whether she had grown into a fat woman.

At that time, he had asked uncle Ford to find out her identity. It was said that her father had committed a crime and escaped with her whole family. No one knew where he had escaped.

If they were destined to meet, they would definitely meet again, just like Daddy and Mommy.

Thinking of this, he smiled.