Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte)
Chapter 463

Freddie's mouth twitched. "Do you even know what you are saying?"

"What I said is true. A child should do what they do best. Even if you have the smartest brain, you are only 8 years old." Sheryl justified, "Maybe the 18-year-old you could help your father with his troubles, but what can you do at the age of 8?"

Freddie didn't say a word.

He had no way of arguing against her.

Sheryl yawned and returned to her room. She went to bed after taking a bath. However, Freddie was wide awake. He stared at the ceiling and felt as if it was descending, like it could crush him at any moment. Only then did he realize his sense of security stemmed from his father. When he disappeared, Freddie was just aimlessly floating. He felt nothing other than self-pity for himself.

Was what Sheryl said true, that he could not do anything at this age? Freddie did not believe it. He tossed and turned, eventually he took out his cell phone and dialed an unfamiliar number. After 10 seconds, the other party picked up and asked, "Is this the Young Master of the Doyle family?" "Uncle Peter, can you help me replace out where my father is?" "I can tell you without investigating. Your father is injured and now in the hospital. Irena and Charlotte are taking care of him. Your Uncle Shane is also in the hospital. What's the matter? Did you miss your father?" The sound of Peter's fingers flying across the keyboard could be heard. "There's a car service around you. It should be quite convenient. You can visit your father if you want."

Well.

He really wanted to see his father, but he didn't see the point of doing so. He lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Uncle Peter, but I don't intend to see my father. I can't be of much help anyway."

"Don't say that. It's natural for a son to want to see his father. I was planning to pick you and Sheryl up tomorrow, but I didn't expect you to call me first. So, do you want to go with Sheryl tomorrow or go alone at night?" Peter asked.

"I'll go alone, but I'm afraid that it's not safe."

"Well, I'll ask someone to pick you up and follow you to the 17th floor before leaving. Don't worry, now the hospital is full of your father's and Shane's people." "Why are there so many people?" Freddie's face was blank.

It was not strange to have a few men with them, but it seemed as though the hospital was chock full of their people. That would cost a lot of money.

"Your father and Shane were attacked. We don't know if the attackers are working together or not."

"Could it be AN?"

This so-called AN was part of the World Trade Organization and a capital group.

They had a lot of money. Their reach extended to many countries and they had devastated many people. They only cared about interests. Shane and Nathan were reckoned to be one of the top dogs, but they were still not strong enough in the face of AN.

It was not because of the lack of intelligence or connections, but AN had existed for hundreds of years. First, it was in Zecluysau, then Neshueles. Now, their influence had expanded to every corner of the globe. The only purpose behind the people in their company was to ensure the prosperity of AN.

AN had tried to rope his father to work for them, and the only reason was to benefit themselves.

Freddie understood this point very well. His father was an intelligent person, and it was unfortunate that he was the same. Thus, even if his child was not a genius, he would not be an idiot either.

If he could sire more children and let them infiltrate AN, then it would be equivalent to having countless fighting forces.

His father did not want such a thing to happen, and he did not want to be a tool. Therefore, both his father and he refused. Now that Freddie thought about it, could it be them?

"You know AN too?" Peter was surprised. "We did suspect them. Previously, AN wanted to work with the Fuller family, but Shane turned them down. AN was disgruntled. So, we asked many Fuller family members, but in the end..."

Peter did not go on, but Freddie had already gotten the picture. He said bluntly, "I know, it was AN. Uncle Peter, if I'm not wrong, even Uncle Shane may have been targeted by them. Now that it's time for a personnel change, it's normal for them to bring in new blood."

"I didn't expect you, an 8-year-old, to be aware of such things."

"It'd be strange if I didn't understand. I have read much of the information, and I have a photographic memory Uncle Peter, I want to remind you of one thing. It's not easy to bypass the firewall in the building, so once you encounter a particularly strong firewall, you should leave your address. Don't attempt to crack it, or you will be in danger."

"Only leave the address? Then what's the point of investigating?"

"After having the address, we can attack it from a backdoor access. I don't know if you have tried this before. First you replace their server, but circle around to ensure that you can establish a mirror server yourself."

"So what you're saying is..."

"If you don't have a way to defeat the enemy, then join them. In that case, the enemy will treat you as a part of them. At this point, you have access to all superficial information that they don't really care about." Freddie paused and laughed innocently. "However, that's just my guess. I've only asked a few of my father's friends and came up with this conclusion. It's not necessarily correct."

"No, it's right." Peter decided to use this method. I've never thought

about using a mirror server to

disguise myself. I remembered it when you said that. I can't crack the password. It's not easy to

impersonate one of them." "Then I

wish you the best."

"Okay, little fellow, wait for about half an hour and my people will pick you up." "All right."

The call ended.

Freddie lay on his bed and gazed at the ceiling.

His phone rang and he glanced at it. It was a call from Peter. His men must be here already.

From the moment he hung up, he hadn't moved at all.

Freddie stood up and rolled his shoulders, put on his windbreaker, grabbed his phone, and left the room down the stairs. He was going to see his father soon.

But he still felt a little uneasy.

He didn't know why.

After getting into the car, Freddie sent a message to Peter: 'I'm already in the car. I think I'll arrive very soon.'

Peter: 'Okay, stay safe.'

Freddie did not reply. He turned his head to look out the window. Although it was already late, the streets were still bustling. The road lights were illuminated and the shops were open, as if beckoning the lonely souls.

He yawned and asked, "Uncle, how long will it take for us to arrive?" "We're a few minutes out. After this traffic light, well reach soon," the driver replied.

Well, then.

He wouldn't take a nap.

As the driver said, it was a straight shot after the traffic light. They arrived at the hospital in no time.

Freddie straightened his clothes. The moment he got out of the car, he was grabbed by a burly man wearing tight-fitting clothes and carrying a gun at his hip. Freddie's pupils contracted violently as he saw the

man.

It was prohibited to carry guns in Brine, but this person had a gun.

Who was he?