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George Hayes nodded. "Yes, her name is Natalie Mitchel."

Jane stared at the photo, her heart pounding. "I remember Charlotte referring to someone as 'senior sister' when she was talking to people over there."

George Hayes's eyes lit up. "It's very likely that it's Natalie Mitchel."

Jane couldn't help but get excited. There was finally a lead on her missing child. "Do you know where Natalie Mitchel is now?"

George Hayes shook his head. "According to our investigation, Natalie Mitchel is from City A. After leaving St. Mary's Hospital, she went back to her hometown and is now working at a Grade III hospital in City A."

Jane stood up with joy in her eyes. "You know so much information, why didn't you email me?"

George Hayes looked at Jane's excitement and said, "There are too many uncertainties involved. I was afraid the results would disappoint you."

Jane calmed down when he mentioned it and asked, "What should we do next?"

George Hayes looked at the photos of Charlotte and Natalie Mitchel and said, "Let me investigate with Awu in more detail and then let you know. How about that?"

Jane knew she couldn't startle the snake and controlled herself, nodding forcefully. "Okay."

Just as they finished discussing the matter, Awu handed a brand-new notebook to Jane. Jane looked at Awu's messy hair and Awu awkwardly scratched his head. "I...I want an autograph."

With just one sentence, Awu's face turned red.

George Hayes smiled awkwardly. "Awu has social anxiety disorder. Please don't mind him."

Jane smiled and shook her head, quickly taking the notebook and pen, and earnestly wrote her name on the first page. When she handed it to Awu, she looked into his eyes and said sincerely, "Thank you for believing in me."

The online comments and insults targeting her did not affect a small group of people at all. Although they were a minority, they moved her deeply.

"A lie...it's all lies," Awu said, his face turning red as he scratched his head hard. "Those people are faking it and lying. They're so bad."

Jane laughed generously and patted his shoulder, "It's okay. My biggest goal right now is to find my lost child. Everything else isn't that important."

Awu seemed encouraged and nodded heavily, "We...will find him."

Jane felt relieved and chatted with them for a while before preparing to leave. As soon as she stepped out of the door, she unexpectedly ran into Oliver Ford!

Calculating the date, it happened to be the day that Oliver Ford's closed training camp ended. He didn't go back to rest but came here. What was he doing?

Oliver Ford didn't expect to meet Jane here either. Surprised and a little embarrassed, it was as if his thoughts had been exposed.

George Hayes walked out and looked at him, "You look much better. It seems that the training camp has made progress."

Oliver Ford smiled indifferently and then asked to go back with Jane. Jane was puzzled, "Aren't you here to see President Hayes?"

Oliver Ford glanced at George Hayes and said, "It's nothing important, just wanted to see him for a moment."

Then he urged Jane to leave.

Downstairs, Oliver Ford let the nanny car that had brought him go first and got into Jane's car. Jane joked, "If the reporters catch us together, we'll make the headlines again."

Oliver Ford was silent for a moment and then said, "I'm not afraid, Jane. Are you?"

Jane smiled. She had been deliberately avoiding the internet recently to avoid the messy insults.

"As for me, I fear neither criticism nor praise," she said with a smile. "I have a script that's perfect for you. Let's go to the company together and take a look?"