In a five-star luxury hotel named Sky Resort Blue Line Hotel, the entire venue is booked by a very wealthy family for a family function, with many millionaires and billionaires invited. I am also invited due to my parents' wealth. Although middle-class people consider us rich, compared to this family, we are as small as ants.
An otherworldly beautiful lady is standing on the balcony of the 49th floor, leaning against the railing. She is dressed in a sleek, black, glittering evening gown with a high neckline and a side slit. Her blonde hair is styled in an elegant updo, and she is accessorized with earrings and a bracelet. The setting is a sophisticated indoor environment, possibly a gala or a high-end party, and she is holding a glass, perhaps with a cocktail or champagne. The overall atmosphere is elegant and luxurious, with warm lighting contributing to the sophisticated ambiance.
"What the... I didn't expect to meet this woman here!" I thought as I looked at the exceptionally beautiful woman dressed in black, leaning against the railing while looking at the view from the open balcony, holding a glass of cocktails or something, like a noblewoman.
This woman in front of me is none other than my biological mother. I didn't expect to meet her here. I am adopted by my current parents, who knew little about my real parents. They adopted me because my adoptive mother, Syra, found me adorable and couldn't leave me in that hospital. They have taken care of me since childhood, when I was only a few months old. My adoptive mother found me in the hospital after I was abandoned by this beautiful woman when I was just a child.
Neither my current parents nor this woman in front of me know that I have memories of my childhood and recognize my biological mother's face. I have never seen her once in the 19 years of my life after she abandoned me in that hospital. This is the first time I have seen her this close after gaining a perfect persona.
Even though I recognize her as my biological mother, I don't know her name. After she left me and Syra adopted me, my life became as good as ever. I never felt the absence of my real mother. Syra gave me everything I needed as a good mother, providing the love I needed in my childhood. She has been taking care of me since then, and I lack nothing because my parents are rich. I can always get whatever I want.
I never felt the need to find my real mother, not even once. I always treated my adoptive mother as my own. I live a good life with my adoptive parents, who never told me that I was adopted. They have always said I am their own blood-related child, and I never questioned their words.
First, because I knew the truth, and second, because I didn't think I needed to know anything else. They love me so much, so I have always treated them like my biological parents. But right now, an unexpected feeling is emerging within me when I see this woman. I don't know why, but I have a gut feeling that she is my mother. I want her, even though I never thought about my past or my biological mother. I have been living well without any mental problems or pressure. In these 19 years of my life, I never once tried to remember her.
But why? Just why am I feeling like this after this unexpected meeting with this unknown lady? I don't want to feel anything about this woman. I am living my best life and don't need anyone else. I love my current parents.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize I had been staring at her like a creep. Deep in thought, that otherworldly beautiful woman noticed the intense gaze upon her.
She notices me as she feels the intense gaze upon herself. She turns and sees a young boy, seemingly in his youth, staring at her without blinking.
"Huh... Who is this young brat, and why is he staring at me like that? Hah, forget it. I think I can guess why a young lad in adolescence would be staring at me," she thought to herself with a smile, thinking she was still pretty enough to grab the attention of young men.
She returned her gaze to the view, ignoring his stare. "What can I expect from a young man in his adolescence? At least he's handsome, so I'll let him have his fill. If he were even a bit ugly, I might have already thrown him out of the party. Whatever," she thought, glancing at him from the corner of her eye to see if he was still looking at her. But just then, she noticed her husband approaching and saw that the young boy with blonde hair and red eyes was looking at his wife.
As she saw him, she thought to herself, "Oh boy, looks like your lucky moments are over." A coy smile appeared on her face. She continued to stand there, pretending not to notice her husband or the young boy staring at her. She wanted to see the show about to unfold. If things got out of hand, she would step in and drag her husband away. After all, she didn't need to act first;
Back to me...
"Hey, boy," I heard a voice from the side as a man in his 40s tapped on my shoulder. I could feel extreme anger radiating from him. Lost in thought, I snapped back to reality and looked at the man with surprise.
"Huh... Yes?" I replied, surprised, before regaining my composure and returning to my calm self.
"Hey, kid. Do you realize what the hell you were doing?" the man asked in a heavy and rude tone. Despite his age, he seemed quite handsome.
"What do you mean? I don't think I know you," I replied with a questioning tone, looking directly into his eyes. "Who the hell is this old man? Why is he bothering me?" I thought, just as the man in the blue suit immediately grabbed the collar of my suit and spoke angrily.
"Don't mess with me. Do you know who I am? Why the hell were you staring at my wife? Do you have a death wish?" Karl Rove said, pulling me up by my collar with a surprisingly strong grip. I was taken aback by his sudden action, but when he mentioned staring at his wife, I realized my mistake. Although I was angry, I calmed myself and replied calmly.
"Oh... Sorry, I was lost in thought. I didn't realize I was staring at someone. As for who you are, I don't think you're important enough for me to know," I replied calmly as I grabbed his hand.
'I thought to myself, so this old man is the husband of my mother. Well, I think I shouldn't call that lady my mother; I don't even know her properly,' I thought.
Just as he was about to say anything more, a sweet voice came from behind me, diverting our attention to that lady.
"Honey, what happened?" The woman asked in a noble gesture, her sweet voice breaking the tension as she lightly touched Karl Rove's hand, making him release my collar. He let go because he felt I was tightening my grip.
"This brat has been staring at you for quite a while. I think he has a death wish," Karl Rove said angrily, holding his wife's hand affectionately.
"I think I told you, I was just lost in thought," I said in a calm tone. I believe that, except for me, no one else could remain that calm in this situation; they might have already started begging on their knees for forgiveness.
"Do you think I'm going to believe your excuses? You were purposely looking at her. If you don't want to get kicked out of this party, beg for forgiveness from my wife right now," Karl Rove said loudly. Just as he said this, the woman immediately intervened.
"Honey, you don't have to be so angry. You know he already said he was just lost in his thoughts, right?" she said, looking at me with a knowing smile. She thought I was making excuses to get out of trouble, but in truth, she was impressed by my calmness.
"Yes, I was just lost in my thoughts, but I still apologize if I made you uncomfortable," I replied in a calm and deep voice as I looked at my mother's smile. 'She is definitely beautiful,' I thought as I realized this was the first time I saw her this close.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that or apologize. I didn't even know you were staring at me. Furthermore we all make mistakes ...By the way, who are you, boy? What's your name? I haven't seen you before," she asked, her voice sweet and warm, but I could feel it was just for show.
"I am Ayro Lucius. This is the first time I have come to this city, which is why you didn't know me. But I am really sorry for causing this misunderstanding. By the way, thanks for your understanding, um... ma'am," I replied, stopping because I didn't know her name.
"Oh, ma'am? Come on, I am not that old, you can..." She wanted to tell me her name, but before she could say anything else, another sweet voice came from behind.
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