Chapter 481

Elissa's vigilance spiked.

Few people knew the truth about her background. Other than her aunt and her late parents' former colleagues, she had only confided in Tanya.

Moreover, Sean Cross was a local of Vistapeak City.

She concealed her doubts and looked at him calmly. "Mr. Cross, you know who my parents are?"

Her words carried a double meaning.

Her official parents were her late adoptive ones, but very few people knew even that much-not even her mentor, Aaron Blaine, let alone Cliff Riley or the Riley family.

How could Sean, who had just returned from abroad, possibly know?

The other layer of her question meant: if he really knew she was adopted, did he also know her biological parents?

Sean remained steady. "Shall we talk in the car?"

"Let's just talk here." Elissa checked the time. "I have things to do and not much time."

Her defensiveness didn't escape Sean's notice.

He slowly rubbed the head of his cane, his tone meaningful. "I might be able to answer the questions you have."

Elissa hated it when people played games.

Especially someone she barely knew, like Sean.

She smiled faintly, playing along. "What questions?"

"Dr. Drummond," Sean said with a hint of resignation, "you really don't need to be so

guarded against me. Truth be told, I was an old friend of your parents."

Without further suspense, he handed two photographs through the car window.

After a brief hesitation, Elissa took them.

Glancing down, her fingers instantly tightened around the glossy paper.

One was a picture of her adoptive parents holding a little girl.

The other was a photo of Sean with that same little girl.

Just as Elissa guessed the girl's identity, Sean spoke in a slow, deliberate tone. "The girl in the pictures is the real Elissa."

When Elissa looked up at him, he sighed as if lost in nostalgia. "And you are not."

"Who exactly..." Elissa's voice trembled slightly. "Who are you?"

During their first meeting, he was presented as an old friend of the Riley family.

The second time, he had subtly probed about the progress of her specialized medication.

Now, he claimed to be an old friend of her adoptive parents.

The two photos in her hand were proof of his connection to them.

Perhaps he really did know the truth about her origins.

"Who I am isn't important," Sean said flatly. "What matters is that I should be able to

help you find your biological parents."

Elissa asked, "What's the catch?"

"No special conditions. Just that my

health is genuinely poor, as you

know." Sean handed her a slip of paper with the address of a residential estate. He sounded

sincere just hope you can come to my place to treat me from now on.

It wasn't an unreasonable request.

But it still surprised her.

Sean had gone out of his way to intercept her and dangled such a massive bait, all just to secure house calls.

"Dr. Drummond, please understand

the desperation of a patient seeking a cure," Sean explained. "After all, traveled thousands of miles back here just for treatment. As for helping you find your biological parents, lean only promise to fry p best."

Elissa clenched her hand. "Alright."

Her agreement was well within his expectations.

He didn't press further. "Then I'll leave my health in your capable hands."

Seeing Elissa nod, he rolled up the window and the car slowly drove away.

From the front seat, the driver glanced at Sean through the rearview mirror. "Can you really help her find her biological parents?"

Leaning back against the seat, Sean

narrowed his eyes. "Do you remember when Zeb and his crew. clashed with the Wilkinson family years ago and kidnapped a little girl from them?"

The driver thought for a moment. "...I think I recall something like that."