Chapter 602

Before Leo could answer, Lawrence strode into his house with his mother.

Oscar showed up at the door of a separate bedroom on the second floor.

Melissa stood on the stairs, her eyes widened instantly. "Sidney? No!"

She had crossed paths with Oscar and had even been kidnapped along with him. During the kidnapping, she lost a clever, witty, and warm-hearted grandson!

Melissa couldn't forget Oscar's little face, every expression and movement!

Oscar? Lawrence, Lawrence... Is this my child, Oscar?" Melissa's eyes filled with tears, her gaze turning crimson. "Has Oscar returned?

"Yes, mother," Lawrence affirmed to Melissa.

"Oscar, were you happy to see Grandma? She had a spinal cord transplant and has fully recovered." Lawrence's gaze bore into him.

Oscar's eyes were restrained and tinged with red at the corners.

'Lawrence was using his grandmother to test him, what a cunning man! ' Oscar thought.

He almost couldn't hold back his emotions and reveal the truth.

Oscar clenched his small hands, reluctantly moving his gaze away from his grandmother's face, and indifferently said, "Lawrence, I'm looking for you."

The little guy turned and went back into the room

Lawrence calmed his overly excited mother, exchanged a glance with Leo, and then said, "Leo, please help her down the stairs. Mother, I'll ask the driver to take you back first."

"But Lawrence, why is Oscar staying here? Why is he ignoring me? Is he..." Melissa had many questions.

Lawrence pinched his brow. His decision to bring his mother today was impulsive. One, he wanted to use his mother to trigger Oscar's memories. Two, he didn't plan to hide Oscar anymore.

'After all, Winnie is getting married today.' Lawrence thought.

He looked calm and cold.

Lawrence pushed open Oscar's bedroom door. The room was clean and tidy. Oscar sat alone on a chair by the bed, sitting upright, his gaze meeting Lawrence's.

There was no more dullness or fear on his face.

"Oscar, my child... Have you remembered everything? Do you know I'm your dad?" Lawrence swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

He walked up to Oscar, his tall figure causing him to bend slightly to see the child's clear eyes.

"I know who you are," Oscar said.

Oscar coldly smiled, raised his little head, and examined Lawrence's clothes.

His father was clad in a formal black suit, giving him a stern and cold appearance, with unreadable emotions in his eyes.

His trousers were slim-fit, the suit jacket narrow, with a precise hem and a hint of formal elegance. He sported a Windsor knot around his neck.

There was no need to wear such a formal suit if not attending an important event.

The dad in front of him looked like a gentleman, elegant and cold, almost like a demon about to wreak havoc.

Lawrence stood before him, exuding a gentlemanly aura in his black attire, displaying a blend of grace and coldness that hinted at a looming sense of impending doom.

Oscar, sensing something amiss, braced himself and confronted his father with directness. "Daddy, are you planning to go to Lymington today? Please, go ahead. I wish for you to go and bring Mommy back," he stated firmly.

Oscar's intuition told him that the matter between dad and mom was not over, and Ishara, along with the child in her belly, was involved.

But Oscar hadn't figured out what was going on yet, so he couldn't reveal too much. Meeting his dad was already a risk.

He had to stay here.

Lawrence's eyes narrowed sharply. "Daddy, Mommy," Oscar articulated so distinctly.

'Has Oscar really recovered his memory?' Lawrence thought in excitement.

He crouched down, his large hand clasping Oscar's thin shoulders, wanting to draw him close.

"What did you just say? Oscar, say it again!" Lawrence said.

But Oscar let him grip tightly and remained silent, his clear eyes turning indifferent. He quietly looked at Lawrence.

He moved his big hand away, turned around, and looked elsewhere.

Oscar knew that regardless of whether he had asked his dad to come and see him today, the decision was already made in his dad's heart.

He had never given up on his Mom, and he would definitely go.

Oscar felt at ease.

"Oscar! Say something... say something to Dad again," Lawrence requested.

"I haven't completely healed, Lawrence, I can't leave now." Oscar looked out the window and said, "Take your time."

Lawrence's response, tone, and reasoning eased Oscar's breathing, providing him with the answer he sought. Oscar had regained his memory, no longer feeling disoriented, and showing signs of improvement.

In that case, he seemed to have a reason to go find Winnie.

Even so, he would have undoubtedly shown up at Winnie's wedding.

He would take her away no matter what she'd become.

For the past half month, he had been living in unbearable pain, working day and night without respite. His feelings for Winnie were more irreparable than he had imagined.

He would rather destroy everyone else before allowing his woman to marry another. His unwavering resolve was so deeply rooted within him as if she were etched into his very core!

Lawrence glanced at his wristwatch and gently placed his large hand on Oscar's head, not moving, his gaze meeting his son's, watching the rising sun outside the window, a smile playing on his lips. Lawrence said, "Oscar, you are the little ray of sunshine outside the window. This marks the first formal meeting between Dad and you. Regardless of how much of your memory has returned or if your physical condition has improved, Dad appreciates you calling me here today. I am going now; I will go find her. Please take care of yourself."

His fingers left Oscar's head, his breath leaving with him.

Oscar turned around to see the long legs clad in black trousers emerging from his small bedroom, and he did not glance back. Taking a deep breath, his eyes filled with moisture. He struggled to comprehend the significance of his father's final words, "Take care of yourself."

'Would it take a long time for him to find Mom? Mom definitely wouldn't agree; what kind of argument and war would erupt between them and Rock, at the wedding?' Oscar thought.

Oscar didn't dare to imagine.

He reached under the pillow with his small hand, where there was a smart watch he had taken from Leo's daughter.

He remembered Sidney's number.

Oscar held his breath and decided to contact Sidney. He sent a message to Sidney.

"Lawrence." Outside Leo's villa, Jeremy hurried over and called.

Lawrence leaned against the Bentley, exhaling smoke. His eyes were clouded, and the gentle morning light failed to pierce through.

Jeremy, I need a plane and all your staff in Lymington," Lawrence stated firmly. The tension at Jeremy's temples was palpable. He wanted to protest but didn't dare to. The malevolent and chilling aura emanating from Lawrence at that moment was unmistakable.