As the little guy spoke, he grabbed Clara Grant's pant leg and gave it a gentle shake.
Seth Quinn's eyes, which held a faint glimmer of desire, suddenly narrowed. This little meatball who had appeared out of nowhere clearly surprised and astonished him.
As for Clara Grant, she looked down at the little meatball gripping her pants and staring up at her, and her mind went completely blank.
'Where did this kid come from?'
Clara Grant's mouth hung half-open, her brain struggling to catch up. Just a moment ago, it had only been her and this man named Seth Quinn. Had this child burrowed up from underground or something?
As her imagination ran wild, she caught sight of the suitcase out of the corner of her eye.
That's right. The suitcase she had brought, which had been perfectly intact, was now open. Not unzipped normally, but sliced open with a sharp object.
The side of the case facing her had been cut open along the top, left, and right edges, and the flap was now flopped limply on the ground.
Clara Grant's mouth fell open even wider. Her eyes darted from the suitcase back to the little meatball at her feet.
This time, she saw it clearly. The little meatball was clutching a small knife!
'Did the little meatball slice this suitcase open with a knife?'
'Did this little meatball climb out of the suitcase?'
'Was this little meatball what was *in* the suitcase?!'
'In that case, the woman who hired me to deliver something… was asking me to deliver this little meatball of a boy?!'
The more Clara Grant thought about it, the more incredible and shocking it seemed!
Ever since she started her "business," she'd been asked to deliver all sorts of things: food, clothes, practical items, toys…
But delivering a child… this was a first!
Seth Quinn naturally saw and realized the same things Clara Grant did. His expression grew inscrutable as his gaze swept over the suitcase and landed on the little boy.
The little boy, seemingly not having heard a response, puffed out his cheeks and asked again, "What are you two doing?"
Perhaps it was his voice that finally pulled Clara Grant back to her senses. She subconsciously let out a "Huh?"
After that "Huh?" escaped her, she suddenly realized her hands were still draped around the neck of the man named Seth Quinn. Meanwhile, Seth had one hand cupping her chin and the other wrapped around her waist. Their bodies were pressed so close together there wasn't a gap between them.
A pose like this was just… far too intimate!
Clara Grant had completely forgotten her original intention of teaching a scumbag a lesson. Instead, it was as if she'd been caught getting intimate with a man for real. Her face instantly flushed red, as if scorched by fire, and she shoved Seth Quinn away, leaping back with a start.
'I have to be careful in front of such a young child! No R-rated stuff!'
Seth Quinn felt the woman in his arms move, and in an instant, his hands were empty.
A strange feeling seemed to well up from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't dwell on it. He just subconsciously felt that this sensation was a little uncomfortable.
Clara Grant's glistening eyes darted back and forth between the little meatball's and Seth Quinn's faces a few times before she came to a conclusion. 'The little meatball and this jerk look quite a bit alike.'
'Could it be... that they're father and son?'
Clara Grant's mind instantly spun up a whole dramatic saga. 'The rich, powerful, womanizing scumbag Seth Quinn, who treats women like toys, accidentally knocked up the little meatball's mother, only to abandon her afterward.
'The mother still gave birth to him, raising their son all by herself. Then, a few years later, probably facing some terrible hardship, she sent their son back to him!'