You, Me And Our Genus Twins

"It's useless." Dylan shook his head. "In fact, my mother regretted it many years ago and told me everything she knew, hoping
that I could find my son, but it was too late."
He bitterly said, "Many years ago, my mother finally told me the whereabouts of my son. Back then, she gave my son to a
relative of our family. I immediately went to find him myself.
"I did find that relative, and he told me that the reason he adopted my son back then was because they couldn't have their own
child. However, shortly after they adopted my son, the wife found herself pregnant. They said that their family was too poor and
couldn't afford to raise two children, so they gave my son away."
Madeline was speechless.
She felt uncomfortable in her heart.
What did that child do wrong?
Just because he was born on the day his grandfather passed away due to illness, he became the jinx in his grandmother's
mouth and was given away to someone else.
If he was lucky, his foster parents would treat him as their own, but they soon had their own child and gave him away again.
At such a young age, he had experienced so much misery.
Dylan was telling this to an outsider for the first time.
He was ashamed.
It was too embarrassing.
He was afraid of being ridiculed, but today, he didn't care about anything anymore.
He had to say everything he knew, clinging to the last glimmer of hope.

If he continued to hide like before, perhaps he would never find his son in his lifetime.
"I have a question," Amy asked with some embarrassment as she looked at Dylan. "Why did your mother regret it? Didn't she
say that your son was a jinx? If so, why did she still want to find your son?"
Dylan felt extremely embarrassed and remained silent for a long time before saying, "After my wife passed away, under my
mother's arrangement, I remarried. My second wife gave birth to two daughters for me."
Martin couldn't help but chuckle.
Dylan, who had experienced countless storms and waves and was already in his fifties, blushed with shame because of Martin's
chuckle.
He explained, "It's not because my second wife didn't give birth to a son for me that I'm looking for my son. Since my son went
missing, I have never given up on finding him. I can swear to the heavens that over the years, I have entrusted countless private
detectives to help me find my son. A large part of my income has been spent on this. I can swear to the heavens that I haven't
lied!"
"What about your wife?" Amy asked. "Your mother sent your son away without your wife's consent. This is illegal. Your wife can
sue her!"
"My wife..." Dylan clenched his fists, his voice hoarse. "My wife was weak and sickly. After giving birth to my son, her health has
always been poor. She wanted to see my son, so I lied to her and said that our son lacked oxygen and was placed in an
incubator at the hospital. She didn't believe me and dragged her body to find him. She soon found out the truth and went to my
mother to ask about our son's whereabouts. My mother refused to tell her, and they had a big fight. She passed away that night.
Amy stared at him in shock.
Passed away?
Dead?

The lady gave birth to a son but didn't get to experience the joy of being a mother before she died.
This showed how terrifying it was to marry a sc*mbag!
She once again felt fortunate that she had broken up with Noah.
She would rather marry an ordinary and honest man than marry Noah.
Sc*mbags were horrible!
There was no doubt that Dylan was a successful and wealthy man.
But what was the use?
She could marry someone, but she couldn't enjoy it.
At this moment, even Amy felt uncomfortable.
Their Oasis Law Office was different from other law offices.
Her master was like a knight from ancient times, or perhaps an idealist, passionate and always adhering to some things that
others found ridiculous.
For example, their law firm had one rule—they wouldn't deal with people with bad character, let alone take on their cases.
Even if they could make a lot of money, as long as the other party had a bad character, they wouldn't take that money.
Madeline now felt that Dylan had a bad character.
Dylan's wife was so unlucky, marrying a mommy's boy and losing her son, and even losing her own life.

She didn't want to take on this case, but she sympathized with Dylan's son.
That poor child had gone through so much and still didn't know where he was.
Was he still alive?
What had he become?
With his appearance and temperament, Dylan was undoubtedly a successful and wealthy man. If that child hadn't been sent
away by his grandmother, he should have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, a second-generation rich kid.
But his fate was changed by his own grandmother.
What about the next family that took him in?
Would they be even poorer than his foster parents?
What kind of life was he living now?
Could he eat and dress warmly?
Was he being bullied?
Or was he still alive?
She wanted to know the answers to these questions.
Therefore, she had to take on this case.
Finding someone required money.
If she took on this case, Dylan would have to pay them.

They would do their best to find him. If they could find that child, all these questions would be answered.
"Alright, we'll take on this case. The commission fee is 660 thousand. We'll collect 220 thousand upfront; if we find your son, we'll
collect the remaining 440 thousand. If we can't find him, the 220 thousand you paid in advance will not be refunded," Madeline
said. "If you agree to our conditions, please write down the name and address of your son's foster parents. This is an important
clue."
Looking at Dylan's attire and demeanor, Madeline was certain that he could come up with 660 thousand.
If she wasn't thin-skinned, she would even ask Dylan for 6.6 million.
Such a sc*mbag deserved to be fleeced!
Not making Dylan bleed would be a disservice to the reputation of their Oasis Law Office.
660 thousand wasn't a big amount for Dylan.
He was introduced to Madeline by a friend.
His friend told him that the Oasis Law Office was very skilled in finding people.
The former head of the Oasis Law Office had also lost his own son. The purpose of establishing this law firm was to find his son.
Many years had passed, and although he hadn't been able to find his own son, he had helped the police solve many major child
trafficking cases and helped many parents find their lost children. He was well-known in the industry.
Over the years, Dylan had tried every possible method, and the Oasis Law Office was his last glimmer of hope.
He didn't hesitate to pay a mere 660 thousand and immediately wrote a check for 220 thousand, along with the name and
address of his son's foster parents, and handed it to Madeline. "Thank you for helping me!"