Once she was inside, Rosalie picked up the phone and said, "Hello, do you know Elliot Foster? I'm his mother."

"Hello, Madame Rosalie. May I know why you've contacted me?" The person on the other end of the line said.

"You have a student named Hayden Tate at your kindergarten, right?"

"Yes."

"The thing is, I need a few strands of his hair, and I was wondering if you can get me some. I will pay you, so just name your price," said Rosalie.

Confused, the other person asked, "Why do you want his hair? It's not that I don't want to help, but you probably don't know much about that child. You see, he does not allow anyone to touch him. The only person who can touch him is his sister."

Rosalie had not predicted that something this simple would turn out to be so difficult.

"Think of something! If you can't get your hands on his hair, blood will also do!" she said. "I'll be honest with you, that boy's mother was married to my son for a while… and I suspect that boy is my son’s son. So,