Chapter 174: Chapter 174

Mrs. Davis glanced at the onlookers, knowing that her actions might prevent them from boarding the plane. She quickly took Kevin's hand and said, "Kevin, let's board first. It's getting late."

"No! You can't leave!" Mrs. Smith grabbed Kevin's other arm, pleading, "You can't go! Even if you want to leave, you have to explain everything to me!" Mrs. Smith was frantic, completely disregarding her image as she shouted in the airport.

"Mrs. Smith, I don't know what to say, but we really should board now." Kevin glanced at his wristwatch, explaining urgently. Regarding his background, he truly didn't know how to explain and didn't bother to. His polite demeanor towards Mrs. Smith was entirely due to her being an elder.

Mrs. Smith then grabbed Mrs. Davis's hand, frustrated, and demanded, "You tell me! You must know what to say by now!"

Mrs. Davis, feeling both frustrated and helpless, was finally provoked. She glared at Mrs. Smith and gritted her teeth, saying, "Mrs. Smith, I'm afraid if I tell you, the shock might cause you to collapse right here. So, I advise you not to go crazy here; otherwise, I'll call security!"

"Even if I collapse here, I still want to know the truth!" Mrs. Smith gritted her teeth and spoke determinedly.

Mrs. Davis, frustrated, was about to call security when Oliver rushed over, deeply closing his eyes upon seeing Mrs. Smith.

He then grabbed Mrs. Smith's arm and couldn't help but mutter, "Aunt... Why did you come here?" A sense of foreboding began to arise in his heart; he hadn't expected Mrs. Smith to encounter Kevin. It seemed like the truth couldn't be hidden any longer!

"Oliver! You have already met Kevin, haven't you? Why didn't you tell me the truth?" Mrs. Smith glared at Oliver angrily, reproaching him. No wonder Maxwell always kept me from meeting Kevin! So that's how it is.

"Aunt, let's talk about it at home," Oliver glanced at Kevin and Mrs. Davis, planning to lead Mrs. Smith out of the airport.

Mrs. Smith, however, shook off his hand resolutely, insisting, "No! Today, you must tell me the truth! Oliver, how long do you intend to keep hiding things from me with them?"

Mrs. Davis suddenly laughed, walking up to Mrs. Smith with a sly smile, and said, "Mrs. Smith, you wanted to know the truth, right? Come with me. I'll tell you the truth!" Her seemingly gentle smile carried a chilling undertone!

"Fine," Mrs. Smith replied without hesitation, ignoring Oliver's attempt to stop her, and walked toward the airport gate with Mrs. Davis. Her sole focus was to uncover the truth, without considering whether Mrs. Davis would be detrimental to her or not!

Oliver sighed in resignation, knowing that it was futile to continue stopping them. He coldly glanced at Kevin and said, "You better advise Mrs. Davis not to play any tricks, or I won't spare you!"

"I'm curious about how you plan to not spare me, Mr. Oliver!" Kevin smirked and gave him a mocking smile, taking steps towards the gate.

Oliver was afraid that something would happen to Mrs. Smith and had no choice but to follow them.

In the grand mansion of the Davis family, Mrs. Davis purposely led Kevin and Maxwell to the garden outside. Guiding Mrs. Smith to the living room sofa on the second floor, she grinned insincerely and said, "Mrs. Smith, please have a seat!"

Then, she elegantly sat down on another sofa, preparing coffee gracefully. In contrast to Mrs. Smith's anxiety, Mrs. Davis appeared leisurely and not at all in a hurry.

Unable to endure it any longer, Mrs. Smith glared at her and urged, "Mrs. Davis, say something! Oliver is still waiting for me downstairs!"

"Oliver?" Mrs. Smith sneered, not bothering to lift her head, and continued to toy with the cup in her hands. Indifferently, she said, "Take a good look. Is the person outside really Oliver? Mrs. Smith, you are truly naive!"

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Smith instinctively asked, turning her head to glance at Oliver in the garden. In the garden, Oliver and Kevin sat by the pool, displaying a hostile demeanor that raised concerns.

"Mrs. Smith, your Oliver was gone long before 25 years ago. You've been deceived for 25 years. Do you understand?" Mrs. Davis finally lifted her head, gazing towards the 'Oliver' in the garden following Mrs. Smith's line of sight.

"I don't understand," Mrs. Smith muttered, shaking her head in confusion. What did she mean by 25 years ago? It was such a distant memory. Why did she say Oliver was gone 25 years ago? What did "gone" mean? Oliver had always lived with her, raised by her since childhood. How could she say he was gone?

"Mrs. Smith, do you still remember the kidnapping case 25 years ago?" Mrs. Davis poured a cup of steaming coffee and pushed it toward her, still maintaining an unhurried demeanor, savoring the drama on Mrs. Smith's face.

"Of course, I remember," Mrs. Smith replied.

Twenty-five years ago, 5-year-old Oliver was kidnapped. The kidnappers didn't want money or anything else; they just wanted Oliver's life. Mr. Smith was terrified. A month later, Mrs. Smith, who had been sick for a month, finally went insane.

Unable to recover despite numerous treatments, she clutched a pillow every day, calling Oliver's name. It was only when Oliver was miraculously rescued that she gradually recovered, returning to normalcy after six months.

This period of the past was deeply etched in Mrs. Smith's memory, as Oliver's disappearance nearly tore apart the entire Smith Family.

Mrs. Davis sneered, staring at her, and said coldly, "Mrs. Smith, Oliver was not rescued, never came back 25 years ago. The Oliver who returned is fake. Do you understand?"

"I don't understand!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed softly. She truly didn't understand, feeling like her head was about to explode. Every word from Mrs. Davis struck her mind like a hammer, leaving her thoughts in chaos.

"If you don't understand, you can go and ask Maxwell. He knows everything!" Mrs. Davis mocked.

Ignoring Mrs. Davis's sarcastic remarks, Mrs. Smith anxiously pressed, "What do you mean Oliver is fake? What does it mean that he was not rescued? I raised Oliver with my own hands!"

"It means that the Oliver who has been living with you is fake, impersonated by Maxwell!" Mrs. Davis cut to the heart of the matter. Seeing Mrs. Smith's shocked expression, she revealed a scornful smile. Since Mrs. Smith had already met Kevin, she had no choice but to let her know the truth.

According to the original plan, she intended for Mrs. Smith to meet Kevin and be frightened like she was now—pale-faced, agitated, ideally scared enough to end up in the hospital. That would truly bring her joy!

"How is it possible...?" Mrs. Smith's mind buzzed with confusion. The news was too shocking, and she couldn't process it immediately.

"The truth is just that, and nothing is impossible!" Mrs. Davis took a sip of her coffee and spoke in a low voice. Hatred brought her back to the state she was in when she first returned to the country, solely driven by the desire for revenge.

"And Kevin is..." Mrs. Smith struggled to ask. Reaching for the coffee cup, she recoiled with a scream from the burn, becoming even more helpless. Tears welled up in her eyes, swirling in her eye sockets. Oliver was not rescued? He hadn't been saved? He was a child of the Smith Family—how could they let him wander outside for more than twenty years?

"Kevin is my son!" Mrs. Davis warned with a threatening tone. "I rescued him from the kidnappers twenty-five years ago, and he belongs to the Davis family!" What she didn't tell Mrs. Smith was that she was the mastermind behind the kidnapping.

Even if she didn't say it, Mrs. Smith could sense it. Glaring at her, she said in a cold voice, "Twenty-five years ago, you were the one who kidnapped Oliver, right?" Back then, everyone found it strange why the kidnappers didn't want money or anything else. Now, it all made sense. Mrs. Davis was orchestrating it all.

"What evidence do you have that I kidnapped him? It's better not to think like that without proof! The Smith Family owes me, and one Oliver is not enough to settle the debt," Mrs. Davis said indifferently, not denying the fact of the kidnapping.

Mrs. Smith staggered, swaying her body, and leaned on the sofa arm, breathing slightly. She found it challenging to digest this news and felt like she was about to suffocate. The discomfort in her chest was as if something was blocking her breath!