Swiftly, she turned and fled.

Disgust etched across Lilah's face. What a coward!

“Jerrold, don't listen to her, okay? She's not a person of virtue; she only seeks to wedge us apart," Lilah lowered her head, whispering reassuringly to Jerrold.

"Mommy, I know. I won't believe her!" Jerrold responded earnestly.

Lilah gently caressed his cheek. "My precious baby is so smart."

As Marlene distanced herself, she couldn't help but glance back at the theatrical performance of maternal love. Lilah was truly putting on a show!

At that moment, her phone vibrated.

“Did you find information about George?" Marlene listened intently to the voice on the other end, her heart brimming with anticipation.

"Yes, he's relocated to a new address. It took considerable effort to track him down."

"Okay, send me the address."

Marlene was eager to find George.

After George left the old neighborhood, he settled in an upscale residential area.

He was about to go fishing when a woman blocked his path.

"You must be George, right?"

"Who are you?" George raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"I have something important to share; step into the car."

"Am I expected to comply just because you say so?" George sneered, speaking in a rude manner, a reflection of his tumultuous past as a hooligan.

Marlene furrowed her brows and uttered a name, "Adaline Phillips."

Upon hearing this, George's expression underwent an immediate transformation. He glanced around cautiously, and then followed Marlene into the car.

"What's your relationship with Adaline?" George frowned.

It had been an eternity since that incident; why were they still approaching him?

Did they somehow discover that the job wasn't completed and were here for money?

George maintained a stoic silence about the entire situation.

Adaline had instructed him to wait in a hotel room a few years ago.