When all the guests had left, Yvonne took a piece of cake to Elvin's room and put it on his study table.

She thought for a while before apologizing to him in a soft voice. "El, I'm sorry that I didn't let you join the birthday party tonight ..."

"No worries. I don't like to play with them either." Elvin picked up the fork and ate two mouthfuls of the cake. "Mommy, do I have to avoid him from now onward?" he asked all of a sudden.

"El, he isn't a good man. I'm afraid that he'll hurt you, so—"

"Okay," Elvin interrupted, letting out a yawn. "Mommy, I'm sleepy."

Yvonne was stunned. "Alright. Rest early, then."

After stepping out of his room, Yvonne lowered her eyes and stared at the remaining portion of the cake, lost in thought. She didn't know why she had a sense of foreboding; she was starting to regret bringing Elvin back to the country.

Right then, Curtis walked over to her in a hurry and handed her a delicately packaged gift. "Have a look at this." His expression was solemn