Unexpected Marriage: She is the Sugar Mommy!-Chapter 331: Incorrect Information

"I’ve already instructed Quentin Jennings to investigate. Results will come soon." Desmond Fairchild gestured to Seraphina Sinclair not to worry.

The three of them stood at the doorstep of Wyatt Young’s house, just as a farmer’s wife carrying a basket walked past them.

Seeing these well-dressed city folks, she couldn’t help but take a couple of extra glances before quietly asking, "Are you here to see Wyatt Young?"

"Ma’am, do you know Wyatt Young?" Quentin Jennings looked up from his phone to ask the lady.

The woman slowly approached them and, lowering her voice, said, "You really shouldn’t get involved with this family; they’re not good people."

"What do you mean by that?" Seraphina Sinclair frowned slightly.

"Let me tell you, Wyatt Young went out to work, and when he returned, he’d somehow racked up a lot of debt. I heard there’s even loan shark money among it. People often come knocking to collect. They’re now hiding so much they don’t dare come back home."

She said this with a disdainful look: "Now only his elderly mother lives there. The couple has run off, but who knows where. These days, all sorts of people have come to look for them, and some even say they’ll kill the couple."

"Now, the folks in the village are pretty much avoiding dealings with this family, afraid of getting mixed up in their mess."

If that’s the case, it would explain the way people looked at them when they asked for directions at the village entrance.

Some had fearful, worried, or even puzzled expressions.

It turns out this is the reason.

Seraphina Sinclair furrowed her brows and continued, "Do you know where they’ve run off to, ma’am?"

The woman shook her head with a sigh, "How could we know? Even their own parents probably don’t know where they are."

"Do you happen to know if they have a daughter named Pomelo?" Quentin Jennings suddenly interjected.

"A few years back when they got married, they did have a child, but I later heard the child died of some illness, and they didn’t name her Pomelo."

The woman thought hard for a while before remembering, "Seems like the child’s name was Henry Young."

"Henry Young, isn’t that a boy’s name? Are you sure it wasn’t a little girl?" Quentin Jennings asked, puzzled.

"Yes, it was a little boy. They even held a banquet in the village. Everyone knew about it." The woman thought Quentin didn’t believe her, so she pointed to other houses and said, "If you don’t believe me, you can ask any of them; they all know."

"That’s not what I meant. I’m just curious if they only had one son?" Quentin was confused; this was different from the investigation files.

"Indeed, they only had one son. The Young Family only had Wyatt Young’s son. After having the boy, they were overjoyed, thinking the family line wouldn’t end. Who knew the child would still die young?" Though she looked down on Wyatt Young’s family for owing the loan sharks, she felt deeply sorry about the child.

After all, children are innocent, and dying so young is truly pitiful.

"Did they have a daughter after that?" Seraphina Sinclair pressed on.

The woman shook her head, "The boy was taken to the city before he was two. I don’t know if they had any more children later. Whenever they returned, they only brought a little boy; I never saw a little girl."

"Thank you, ma’am," Seraphina Sinclair politely thanked the woman.

The woman waved her hand with a kindly smile, "It’s nothing, young lady. I advise you to cut ties with this family to avoid getting into trouble."

With that, the woman turned away, her basket on her back, and walked into the distance.

"Looks like the information is wrong. There’s little hope of finding Wyatt Young today," Seraphina Sinclair looked at the Young Family’s tightly shut door, filled with doubt.

Who exactly is Wyatt Young? His records were even tampered with.

Even Desmond Fairchild, with all his power, couldn’t uncover Wyatt Young’s true identity. What secrets does Wyatt Young conceal?

"It seems this matter is not so simple." Desmond Fairchild squinted slightly and said to Seraphina Sinclair, "There are two ways: either go back and investigate thoroughly or ask the old lady inside for clarity."

Quentin Jennings couldn’t help but interject again, "Master Fairchild, do you think Wyatt Young might be connected to Eric Holt?"

"With his records so well hidden, it’s not impossible." Desmond Fairchild hadn’t delved deeply into Wyatt Young’s affairs; he assumed he was just an ordinary wage earner. But it seems Wyatt Young’s identity is far more than that.

Seraphina Sinclair’s expression grew more solemn, and she couldn’t help but look at Desmond Fairchild, "If Wyatt Young and Eric Holt are connected, then what’s the deal with Pomelo? Do you think Eric Holt would send a child to intentionally get close to me? Is that likely?"

She didn’t dare entertain the thought; Pomelo was so innocent and adorable. How could she be a bait used by Eric Holt to lure her?

"Perhaps there’s a mistake with Pomelo. We need to investigate closely or tactfully ask Pomelo about her parents." Desmond Fairchild knew Seraphina Sinclair felt troubled; she hoped to find Pomelo’s parents but received unexpected news.

If Wyatt Young only had a son, Pomelo could not be his daughter.

Now, if it’s not an error in the records, there’s only one possibility: Pomelo is indeed his daughter but not biological. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Most likely adopted from an orphanage, or perhaps bought from human traffickers.

They wanted to question the old lady but no matter how they knocked, she wouldn’t answer the door.

Apparently, she was determined to ignore them. Waiting there was meaningless; they had to return to Bayside City for further planning.

On the way back, even though Seraphina Sinclair wore Desmond Fairchild’s coat, she caught a cold.

Since her last miscarriage, her health had deteriorated. She should have been resting at home.

But she prioritized work above all, refusing to listen and insisting on going to work.

This time she caught a cold, and Camille White insisted she stay in bed to recover.

She slowly realized her health was declining and that she truly needed proper rest.

After all, health is wealth; without it, no amount of money is worth it.

Desmond Fairchild also told her to rest, promising to handle matters with Pomelo’s parents.

Seraphina Sinclair hadn’t expected to be convalescing at home so soon after being discharged from the hospital.

But she didn’t heed Desmond Fairchild’s words; there were things she wanted to investigate herself.

What secrets does Pomelo’s life hold? She didn’t want to just sit at home and wait; every day of waiting felt unbearable.

"Aunt Seraphina, what are you thinking about?" Seraphina Sinclair was sitting on the open-air balcony in a hanging chair, sunbathing, when Pomelo, holding a stuffed toy, skipped over.