I, Valon, am frantically searching for my mother.

The next day, Wayne was awakened by a faint sound of arguing.

While still immersed in a warm and peaceful dream, he heard intermittent, deliberately hushed, yet still emotionally charged dragon language conversation coming from next door.

Waking up, Wayne quickly realized that other dragons had arrived, and their voices sounded familiar.

Wayne shook his still somewhat dizzy head and tried hard to remember.

Soon, the face of a dragon that he had stepped on appeared in his mind.

Oh dear, isn't this the righteous little dragon? Let's hear what the little dragon has to say.

"Aunt Alice! You've really, really misunderstood! He's definitely not your child!"

Ingrid's voice came through the heavy stone door, filled with obvious excitement and urgency, even a bit of exasperation.

"How old is he? How could he possibly be your child from before! Even if he looks strange, he couldn't possibly be a hybrid of the Golden and Silver Dragons!"

"You must have been fooled by that liar! He's incredibly cunning! You have no idea how awful he was before!"

Holy crap!

How could that little female dragon in the ditch be so wicked? It even chased after me to kill me.

Wayne was furious!

I didn't even go to your mom, but you've come to my mom instead?

You'd better become my mom someday!

Otherwise, you might as well just wait to die!

The evil Wayne immediately thought of several ways to take revenge, including but not limited to:

The mother was hypnotized to treat Wayne only as a baby, and then she personally held little Wayne and breastfed him. At that time, the little dragon, who had been completely forgotten, could only listen to the sound of Wayne drinking milk from behind the door, while pathetically shedding little pearls.

Just then, the sounds from next door seemed to be lowered considerably, probably to avoid waking Wayne, who was still "sound asleep".

The specific details became unclear; all that could be heard was Alice's mother's gentle but firm response, and Ingrid's more anxious but suppressed mutterings.

I can't hear you!

How can this be allowed?

Unable to hear what was being said on the other end, Wayne held his breath and carefully pressed himself against the door.

Now we can finally hear what the other side is saying.

Alice's mother's voice was still as gentle as ever, but there was now an undeniable firmness in it:

"Little Kate, of course Auntie knows that you came to say all this because you care about and are worried about me. Auntie is very grateful to you."

Alice's voice was calm and clear.

"However, please, please don't use such vicious language to refer to my child anymore."

"Words like 'bad guy' and 'liar' make me very sad."

Although he couldn't see Alice's mother's expression, Wayne could almost picture the tenderness in her icy blue eyes as she spoke.

"Auntie, I wasn't deceived, and I know exactly what I'm doing. Little Wayne is a very good child, kind and intelligent."

At this point, the voice coming from the other side of the door sounded somewhat like a dream.

"And... I don't know why, but I always feel like little Wayne is like my child. From the first moment I saw her, I had a very strange feeling of being connected by blood."

"If my baby had survived more than a hundred years ago, he would definitely be as handsome as little Wayne."

As she said this, Alice's voice trembled slightly with a hint of hope.

"Perhaps...perhaps more than a hundred years ago, my poor child's soul wasn't taken away by the noble platinum dragon, but instead, in some way, in a different form, returned to accompany his mother?"

A clearly anxious voice came from behind the stone door:

"Aunt Alice, that's impossible! After a dragon dies, its soul goes to serve the great Platinum Dragon. Reincarnation is simply impossible! And that little wicked dragon..."

"Alright, Little Ritter."

Alice interrupted Ingrid gently but firmly, her voice carrying a rare hint of seriousness.

"Stop saying these things. It's extremely, extremely rude to repeatedly question the child a mother who has lost her child has identified with."

"Besides, if you don't like our little Wayne, why did you come looking for him?"

A panicked voice came from across the door.

"No, no! Grandpa Augustine asked me to deliver something to him!"

"Alright, alright, keep your voice down, don't disturb him. Let me check if little Wayne is awake yet."

Oh no, oh no!

Getting caught eavesdropping is incredibly embarrassing.

Wayne quickly tried to lie back down and pretend to be asleep.

However, at that moment, Alice's mother suddenly pushed the door open.

The dragons looked at each other.

Honestly, this was a very embarrassing scene. The most embarrassing scene Wayne could think of was when he was taking off his pants, holding a piece of paper, and ready to take off, only to be caught by his mother opening the door!

Everyone was laughing, but only Wayne saw a desperate captain!

However, Silver Dragon's mother has an exceptionally high emotional intelligence.

She seemed completely oblivious to Wayne's eavesdropping behavior by pressing his face against the door. Instead, she simply walked in naturally, a smile warmer and brighter than the morning light on her face.

Then he affectionately picked up Wayne and held him in his arms.

"Hmm~ Little Wayne, you're awake? Come here, let Mommy give you a hug~"

Alice nuzzled Wayne's forehead with her chin, her voice full of affection.

"How was your sleep? Did you sleep well last night?"

Wayne was taken aback by the warm embrace and natural greeting, but quickly recovered and responded naturally:

"Hmm, it's okay, Mom."

"That's good~"

Alice smiled contentedly, then affectionately stroked Wayne's forehead before turning aside as if she had just remembered, making way for Ingrid behind her.

"By the way, little Wayne, a friend of yours is visiting. I heard it's something very important!"

At this moment, Ingrid, the little dragon standing behind Alice, had a rather interesting expression.

Beneath the golden scales, her little face was slightly flushed, her eyes were darting around, and her paws were scratching at the ground somewhat helplessly, looking timid and restless.

Clearly, as a noble golden dragon cub, she was not used to the embarrassing situation of talking behind someone's back and then being caught in the act.

Faced with Aunt Alice's encouraging gaze and Wayne's stare, Ingrid took a deep breath, tried to straighten her face, and adopted a businesslike expression.

She took a small step forward and, with somewhat rough movements, pulled out a parchment scroll that shimmered with a faint blue magical aura from between her scales. Without even glancing at it, she shoved it into Wayne's paw.

"Here you go!"

The young dragon's tone was somewhat stiff.

"Grandpa Augustine asked me to give this to you! He said it's very important and that I must deliver it personally! You... you can read it yourself! Don't show it to anyone else!"