Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

"Mommy, who is this?" Connor pointed to the woman on the screen and asked. His face was solemn.

Slightly upset, Natalie shut her eyes for a brief moment. She told her son in a disappointed tone, "She's my colleague and also someone I respect. Normally, she is quite nice to me. I can't believe that she would do something like this!"

"Are her drawings any good?" Connor asked curiously.

Natalie didn't know why he would ask that but replied anyway. "To be honest, her drawings are average. Otherwise, she would have been a manager at the design department already."

"Well, I know why she wants to steal your drawings then. She must be jealous of you. After all, you are so amazing! Only losers like her would do something like this." Connor tipped his head to a side and speculated.

Natalie chuckled and was about to respond when her phone suddenly rang. It was a call from the private investigator's office. "Ms. Natalie, we have gotten the results for the fingerprint swab. Unfortunately, we couldn't find any other fingerprints apart from yours on the laptop and the mouse."

"Alright. Thank you." Natalie's gaze darted back to the computer screen.

She noticed that the culprit wore gloves when the deed was done.

While there were no fingerprints, the original security footage was sufficient to show that the person was guilty.

She hung up, handed over a USB drive to Connor, and asked him to copy the footage into the drive.

Halfway into that, Sharon knocked on the bedroom door. "Mommy? Dad is here."

"Uncle Stanley is here?" Connor's eyes lit up upon hearing this. He jumped down from his chair and dashed out of the room.

Natalie blinked a few times, confused at her son's reaction.

What's going on with him?

Normally, he isn't this excited when Stanley visits.

Did Stanley promise to buy something for him?

Natalie furrowed her brows and headed out too. She stepped out in time just to see Stanley handing Connor a pocket file.

"Connor, what is that?" Natalie pointed to the file and asked with a faint smile.

The boy quickly hid it behind his back. "Oh! This is a collection of postcards that I asked Uncle Stanley to help me get. I want to show them to my friends at school tomorrow."

"Is that so?" Natalie threw Stanley a suspicious look.

The latter pushed up his glasses and flashed her a gentle smile. "Yes," he replied.

"Fine. I won't ask more about that. Why don't you keep Uncle Stanley company while I'll go and make us some food?" Natalie didn't probe further after receiving confirmation from Stanley. She headed to the kitchen to make dinner.

Sharon trailed behind her and offered to help.

Hence, only Stanley and Connor were left in the living room.

Connor quickly opened the file and scanned the document. When he saw the results, his eyes dimmed and he remarked with dismay, "Uncle Stanley, Mr. Shane isn't my father?"

"No, he's not." Stanley shook his head and denied.

"But we look so alike. How could this be?" Connor stuffed the document back into the pocket file and sighed in a rather adult-like manner.

Stanley's eyes flashed dangerously as he asked, "Do you want him to be your Dad?"

"A little. He is very nice to Sharon and me. Besides, we like him. But I guess there's no use since he's not really our father. I have to go and hide this now. Mommy will go bonkers if she sees this." With that, he picked up the pocket file and ran back to his room.

As Stanley observed the boy's small silhouette, his lips gradually curled into a sly smile. However, that look disappeared from his face quickly, and he returned back to his usual gentlemanly self. The next day, Natalie brought the USB to Shane's office and told him, "Mr. Shane, I know who stole my drawings."

"That was fast," Shane remarked with raise brows.

Natalie nodded and placed the USB in front of him. "This is the office's security footage. What we saw yesterday was already edited by someone. This USB here contains the original footage. I hope that you can come with me to the design department to confront the culprit."

"I suppose I should. As the CEO, I should deal with any employee that makes mistakes." Shane stood up and straightened his shirt.