The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two-Chapter 201: Summers Locked in the Warehouse

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Summers Locked in the Warehouse

Ethan Grant’s phone also rang, it was Chelsea Grant calling.

Ethan Grant furrowed his eyebrows and ignored it.

Chelsea Grant was just the person Arthur and Melody Crowe used as a pawn.

"Do you need to rush back?" Ethan Grant asked after Yvette Aston hung up the phone.

"Caden Summers’... mom was released from jail, she said she wants to see me." Yvette Aston sat aside, somewhat absent-minded.

She didn’t know how to face her, nor did she know how to address her.

After being driven out by The Aston Family, Yvette Aston was homeless, and it was Caden who took her in, letting her live in their rented house.

Back then, Caden’s mom hadn’t gone to prison, she kept telling her to abort the child, saying that this child would be a burden, preventing her from marrying.

She also said that a single woman with a child is too tough, she would end up like her, exhausted to death.

At that time, Yvette Aston really wanted to abort the child, a child with an unknown background, a child whose father she didn’t even know... She lacked the courage to give birth.

Caden accompanied her to the hospital, the hospital’s examination report said Yvette Aston’s physical condition was not suitable for an abortion, if she insisted on aborting, in case of an accident, her uterus might have to be removed.

Yvette Aston hesitated.

At that time, she still fantasized about getting married in the future, having her own family and children, having a husband who would protect and love her.

She chose to keep the child, and also chose to fall into hell.

Jayden Grant despised her, The Aston Family hated her, suddenly, Yvette Aston felt like a rat crossing the street, attacked and bullied by all.

At first, Yvette Aston also thought about just giving up, giving up the child, aborting it and living in a different city.

But when she saw her belly getting bigger, saw the little one growing up bit by bit, she abandoned that thought.

Since she chose to keep the child, she must take full responsibility for it.

"If you don’t want to see her, then don’t." Ethan Grant felt a bit sorry for Yvette Aston, knowing she still resented her mother.

"It’s not that I don’t want to... from her perspective, should I still thank her for saving my life, because I am the real beneficiary of the swapped identity incident." Yvette Aston smiled powerlessly.

She enjoyed twenty-one years of education and life provided by The Aston Family.

If she hadn’t lived Charlotte Summers’ life, maybe...

She should have died during childhood.

"Should I go with you?" Ethan Grant draped a towel over Yvette Aston.

"No... there’s no need." Yvette Aston quickly waved her hands.

Afraid that the dirty affairs of her family would dirty Ethan Grant’s ears.

And she feared... Ethan Grant would despise her like everyone else.

Ethan Grant’s phone rang again, this time he was somewhat irritated.

He originally wanted to block Chelsea Grant, but realized the call was from Christopher Carter.

"You better have a reason." Ethan Grant answered the call.

Before coming to the resort, he warned Christopher Carter not to bother him unless it was something extremely important.

"Mr. Grant, Caden Summers and Miss Chelsea called, saying Summers and Stephen Sinclair ran off after school, no one knows where they went, Michelle Lockwood was about to tear down the school because she couldn’t find the kids..."

Christopher Carter stammered, not only worried about Summers and Stephen Sinclair, but also about Michelle Lockwood demolishing the school.

Ethan Grant’s eyes darkened; Summers was so well-behaved, why would he suddenly run away?

The Grants were using even the children to force him back now?

Truly rotten to the core.

"Mr. Grant?" Yvette Aston looked nervously at Ethan Grant.

"Pack up, we’re going back to the city." Ethan Grant stood up, scooping up Yvette Aston with one hand.

...

Meridia, kindergarten.

"Miss Lockwood, Miss Lockwood, don’t be angry, don’t be angry, we’re finding the surveillance footage." The principal was scared, wiping his sweat while stalling for time.

"I think you’re tired of living." Michelle Lockwood, who hadn’t seen the children, said surveillance was being looked at, the principal deliberately stalling for time.

"Miss Lockwood..." The bodyguards surrounded the principal, who fearfully took people to the surveillance room.

From the surveillance footage, Summers and Stephen Sinclair had run out of the classroom before school ended, heading exactly to a blind spot.

"Miss Lockwood, look, these kids... ran off on their own..." The principal tried to shirk responsibility.

"During class time, your teacher let kids run off, and you have the audacity to say this?" Michelle Lockwood grabbed the principal’s collar. "I’ll tell you, with such a big safety hazard in the school, you’ll be eating prison food!"

The principal was terrified, watching Michelle Lockwood with horror. "This... this blind spot... we didn’t know it was just here..."

"Just here what? Such a big school, there’s surveillance every ten steps, and exactly here there isn’t, as two kids exactly come here, five-year-olds, do you think they’re spies?" Michelle Lockwood pushed the person aside, told the bodyguards, "Call the police, let them investigate, why during class time these two kids openly ran here."

Saying that, Michelle Lockwood walked with a dark face towards the small broken warehouse shown on the surveillance.

Warehouse.

Summers found what he was looking for, wanting to leave with Stephen Sinclair. "Stephen, I found it, our little basket."

Stephen Sinclair sifted through the dirt, happily saying, "Summers, you’re amazing."

"Let’s go." Summers held Stephen Sinclair’s hand, opened the door to leave, only to find the warehouse door locked.

Stephen Sinclair was a bit scared. "Summers, it’s so dark in here."

Summers’ little face was somewhat unhappy, furrowing his eyebrows, knocking on the door. "Is anyone there?"

Outside the door, silence.

Summers looked at the watch on his wrist, a phone watch Ethan Grant gave him.

Checking the time, school had already ended.

His uncle not being able to pick him up would surely worry.

"Summers, I’m scared." Stephen Sinclair started crying.

"Don’t cry, I’ll call Uncle." Summers found the phone, tried calling his uncle.

"No signal." Summers looked at his little watch, a bit angry.

"Summers, what do we do?" Stephen Sinclair was crying convulsively now.

Summers thought about it, seeing Stephen Sinclair trying hard not to cry.

"Don’t be afraid, it’s the school, still safe. My uncle can’t find me, surely will check the surveillance, the small warehouse has cameras all around it." Summers was not fazed.

Daddy taught him not to panic during an incident; think calmly.

"But, but I’m scared." Stephen Sinclair’s eyes were red from holding back tears, wanting to cry but worrying it would annoy Summers.

"Now what do we do, Summers." Stephen Sinclair in dungarees hugged Summers tightly, scared.

Summers looked at Stephen Sinclair disapprovingly. "Just cry loudly."

Stephen Sinclair’s long eyelashes flickered, with tear gems still hanging on.

"Looking at the cameras, they’ll come to us, cry loudly, my uncle will hear." Summers spoke with maturity.

"Summers, why don’t you cry?" Stephen Sinclair obediently asked Summers, unable to cry now.

"I don’t cry." Summers lowered his head.

Mom went to prison, uncle raised him, Summers was very sensible.

"Summers, I can’t cry." Stephen Sinclair was clearly upset.

"I’ve heard, the small warehouse has monsters that eat kids." Summers made a scary face at Stephen Sinclair.

"Wow!" In an instant, Stephen Sinclair burst into loud tears.