Daddy, Mommy had been in Prison novel Chapter 472

“Mommy, where’s Daddy going?”

“Auntie Georgia, what’s wrong with Dad?”

Annie and Wesley asked curiously, almost running after Robert.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with your Daddy either. There’re bodyguards with him so let’s not chase after him for the moment. Rest here first in case he misses us when he gets back.”

If there hadn’t been the two kids with them, Georgia would have run over after Robert right away to ask him what was wrong.

Thankfully, the bodyguards had chased after him as well, and Georgia could somewhat relax.

She was curious as to why Robert ran out in front too.

There were people milling around and Robert and his bodyguards had already disappeared from her sight.

Georgia brought the two kids and the assistant and bodyguards beside her to the VIP room to rest.

The wait took almost half an hour and Robert gave her a call. Knowing that they were in the VIP lounge, Robert came in with his people and sat down.

His expression was heavy and Georgia grew worried.

“What happened? You suddenly chased over, is it serious?”

“I saw someone who looked particularly like my sister and reflexively ran over, trying to get a good look and see if she really did look like my sister. But she vanished from my view. I got people to run the surveillance cams, but we only captured some blurry footage. Those images have me sure, though. She really does look like my sister. No, they look really alike, actually. If she stood in front of me, I might even suspect that she actually was my sister.”

“Daddy, are you talking about Auntie?”

Annie asked carefully.

Robert held his daughter’s hand.

“That wasn’t Auntie. That was just a woman who looked a lot like Auntie.”

A lot like Wendy Simpson? Georgia was stunned.

Wendy had died in a car crash. That couldn’t be fake.

It seemed to be a coincidence that someone who resembled Wendy had been seen by Robert of all people.

But it was possible it had been arranged. Georgia turned to Robert.

“What do you think? It’s not strange to resemble someone. Plastic surgery or someone who was just born similar is possible, there’s historical precedence. But you just so happened to bump into her. Do you think the people who’re targeting us in the dark are testing us?”

“I’m not sure either. I’m confused. I lived together with Wendy for over twenty years. Her features are etched in my memory. That person didn’t just look like her, but the aura was particularly like Wendy too. Even the style of dress and the way she walked, I feel like was exactly the same as Wendy’s. If it’s just a coincidence, then that’s all well and good.

“But if someone’s trying to test me with my sister, finding a body double either naturally or by plastic surgery, then that’s a whole other chess game. I don’t understand their intentions.”

Robert frowned. His body had issues.

He was originally only worried about death, but now, he increasingly felt that the people behind the scenes were interested in his condition.

“Let’s not consider that much. The most important thing now is to find out the truth. Now that we’re here, if we come across this lookalike again, you can’t go out alone. Bring your bodyguards with you at all times. They might be trying to lure you somewhere dangerous using your feelings for you sister. You have to be on guard for this.”

Georgia said that and Robert nodded heavily.

He still seemed to be troubled and worried over this; over the intertwining of Wendy, Georgia and him, of which there was only six years of prison life.

Georgia had never seen Robert’s sister, and from the day she began to be involved with Robert, that was the day that Wendy had died in a car crash.

Now Robert was coming across her lookalike while they were overseas, where danger lurked at all times.

Georgia felt this wasn’t simple.

After resting for about a quarter of an hour, they went to their prepared accommodation.

It was a beautiful garden mansion with a lot of fun designs for children.

Georgia had taken a shine to that childlike design and bought the mansion, then driven to the place to live.