She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 96

"Really?!" Wade's eyes lit up like fireworks, so overjoyed he completely lost his composure. He even accidentally knocked a few stones off the sacred board in his excitement.

"Yes, absolutely." Herbert gestured to Wade's phone. "I just sent you the number. Give him a call, and I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for."

Wade frantically saved the number. If he didn't care about maintaining his dignity in front of his son, he would have dialed it right that second.

"It's too late tonight, but I will call Mr. Owen first thing during business hours tomorrow." Wade patted his son's hand affectionately. "You've done me a massive favor, son!"

Herbert was genuinely pleased to help his father. "I had a brief chat with Mr. Owen. He mentioned that the phantom player's surname is Sterling."

"Sterling?" Wade paused, blinking in surprise. "There are plenty of Sterlings in Aldercy City. Even the wealthiest man in the city, Bertram Sterling, shares that name."

Herbert chuckled. "She's definitely not from that family. From what I know, Bertram only has an adopted son, no daughters. The Sterling family's second branch has a daughter, but she's currently in grad school and doesn't play Go. As for the extended branches, I couldn't say."

Wade nodded in agreement. "Yes, it wouldn't be them. I've heard that the late patriarch of the Sterling family absolutely despised the game. Nobody knows why, but his descendants avoid anything Go-related like the plague."

As the Vice President of the National Go Association, Wade had organized countless tournaments over the years. The organizers had occasionally reached out to the Sterling family for sponsorships, but they had always been shut down aggressively, with explicit warnings that the family refused to associate with the game in any capacity.

Given that history, there was zero chance the phantom player belonged to the city's wealthiest family.

"Regardless, finding Mr. Owen is a huge breakthrough for me." Wade looked at his son with immense pride.

He had spent so much time hitting dead ends, yet his son had managed to pull a rabbit out of a hat in no time at all.

His son truly was exceptional...

But as soon as his thoughts drifted to Hulda, Wade's expression darkened once again.

That woman was entirely unworthy of Herbert.

Hulda carried the tray to the bedroom door. Just as she pushed it open, she heard Sylvie's voice drifting from inside.

"Oh, Miles, how did you get so sick? Did you eat something bad at school?" Sylvie was stroking the boy's forehead with a look of profound heartbreak. "You silly boy, you can't just eat random things outside."

Miles stared up at her with big, watery eyes. He desperately wanted to say that he hadn't eaten anything at school at all. He had gotten sick because he ate the pastries Sylvie made for him that morning...

But looking at how genuinely worried and sad she seemed, he couldn't bring himself to say the words out loud.

"Okay... I know, Sylvie. I won't eat random things anymore."

"That's a good boy." Her eyes softened with affection as she leaned down and kissed his forehead. "That's your reward for being so good."

Miles' little face flushed bright red, and he giggled happily. Turning his head, he suddenly spotted Hulda standing in the doorway. His smile instantly froze. "Mom..."