The man heard him. "Is Mr. Louise's wife an ordinary person?" That person obviously couldn't believe it, and he thought it was too incredible. "Is the woman that Harry falls in love with a girl from an ordinary family?" "Does Mr. Louise's wife have something powerful?" The man asked implicitly, "Is there anything extraordinary?" It was no wonder that they didn't believe that Harry married an ordinary woman. First, he looked at Harry's own conditions. He was the youngest rich man in the country. He was tall and handsome. He was really rich and handsome. The rich people were well-matched, and the strong and the strong joined forces. In reality, there was basically no story of Cinderella flying to the branches and becoming a phoenix in the TV station. Unless, the Cinderella was very excellent, or she was more outstanding in that aspect. Otherwise, he would not be chosen. It was rare for Cinderella to marry into a wealthy family in real life.
Elvis also told her not to get up and said that Maple could handle it alone. "I suddenly think of your mother today. Let's have a drink together." Elvis poured Harry some wine. Maple deliberately said on the side, "You're still injured. Why are you drinking?" "I'm in a bad mood. Can I die after drinking a bit of wine?" Maple, who was choked by Elvis's words, had nothing to say. Elvis picked up his glass and clinked it against Harry's. "Come and have a drink with me." In the past, Wen Yuan also remembered Gloria's sadness and asked him to drink with her, so he didn't think much about it and drank with Gloria. Elvis was indeed in a bad mood today. He thought of Gloria. He was afraid, afraid that Harry was not Gloria's son. He wanted to find out the truth, but at the same time, he was afraid that Harry was really not the son of Gloria. He was very upset. "Harry, do you know that? I regret it very much and let your mother marry into the Louis
Stacy sat down next to Harry. Elvis had been telling him about Gloria's past. "At that time, Gloria really didn't want to marry your father for the sake of the Sinclair family, so she agreed. At that time, I saw that Ronald was conferred with a handsome talent, and he was also capable. He thought that they could develop feelings after they got married. Who knew I was wrong?" Elvis was regretful and annoyed. If he had a chance, he would never let his sister marry him. Stacy was in the living room, but all the attention was focused on Maple. She saw Maple put the tableware that Harry had used on himself together. Fortunately, she changed it in advance, otherwise... She just hoped that she could get away with it. As long as he did his best, he would be at Heaven's mercy. After a while, Maple came out and heard Elvis talking about Gloria. She came over and grabbed him. "Have you drunk too much?" Elvis pushed her hand away. "I didn't dri
Charles was speechless. Her head drooped and she looked very pitiful. Stacy was not softhearted, but his tone was much softer. "You should work, and grandma needs your care. As for Angela, leave her to me. When she is well, I will naturally tell you where she is. During the time when she is recuperating, can you not disturb her? Can you promise me?" Charles asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it her request?" Stacy sighed. "Is it necessary for her to say that?" If Angela was willing to see him, what right would she have to stand in her way to stop her? "Wouldn't it be the answer if he was stopped outside by a nurse?" Charles did not raise his head and said, "I see." After that, he turned around and left. Harry was worried that this guy couldn't figure it out, so he said, "Call me." Stacy nodded and said, "Okay." "He didn't hurt you, did he?" asked Harry. It was only when Charles went out that Stacy had time to talk to the nurse.
Harry didn't respond. He wouldn't say mushy words and didn't like it. He pulled the door open and got out of the car. Boyce put his hand on Charles's shoulder. "Let's go and have a drink with you." Charles patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay." On the other side, Harry drove straight to the hospital. Stacy stood at the door of the hospital, feeling sleepy. At this time, even the day registration had to be lined up. But at this moment, it was quiet. When Harry arrived, it was already half an hour later. When Stacy saw his car, he came over. Harry parked the car, and Stacy opened the door and sat in. "Where is Charles?" Stacy buckled the seat belt and asked. "Boyce will accompany you." Harry looked steadily forward and said lightly. She was relieved when someone accompanied her to give her some advice. It was more than two o'clock now. Stacy leaned against the seat and fell asleep unconsciously. It was too late
Holding Stacy in his arms, Harry went upstairs and entered the room. Stacy was in a deep sleep and there was no trace of waking up at all. Harry put her on the bed. In a daze, she seemed to know that she was lying on the bed. She turned over and lay in the quilt. Harry frowned and bent down to see her. She tilted her head and her palm-sized face was as white as a porcelain. Her eyelashes were long enough to cast a shadow on the ground. Her lips were red without a word, which was indescribably seductive. He lowered his head to peck her lips, but they were suddenly touched. Stacy's eyebrows were wrinkled, and she snorted. "Oh..." In a daze, she opened her eyes and saw Harry's face, which was close at hand, and she felt sleepy. She was not sober, and her strength was not strong. Instead, she seemed to be flirting with him. "I'm sleepy." His voice was a voice that had just woken up from sleep. It was soft, soft, and could not be described as a temp
Charles didn't act impulsively. She wasn't going to question him about anything. She just wanted to ask Stacy and Angela where they were going and when they could recover. That way, he would have a plan. From yesterday to now, Boyce had been with him. He understood that whether he wanted to atone for his crime or confess, he had to wait until Angela's body recovered. If he asked Angela to forgive him now, it would only increase her worries and affect her recovery. Now his only wish was to restore Angela's body and appearance. "I'm very clear-headed," Charles said with a bitter smile. He looked at Boyce, who was chasing after him, and his palm landed heavily on his shoulder. He did not say much. A look between men was enough. Boyce also held his shoulder and comforted him. "If you can think it over, I'll be relieved." For the past few days, Charles was really worrying. Now, it was much more reassuring for him to think clearly about it. "Sister-i
A young and beautiful woman stood at the door. She saw that Harry was not surprised at all, as if he knew that it would be him. If it weren't for him, he would be surprised. "Are you here to get something?" The woman asked with a smile. Under the light, the woman's face was as bright as jade. When she spoke, her almond-like eyes were as bright as the moon. When she turned around gently, she was so beautiful that it could not be put down. But in Harry's eyes, it was nothing extraordinary. She was just a woman. Yes, such a beautiful woman, he did not have any facial expression, and even his tone was very indifferent and distant. "Well." The woman smiled and leaned aside. "Come in." Harry frowned and was a little confused. He had never seen this woman beside Elvis. What's more, why would Elvis put it in such a young woman's place? "My father and Mr. Sinclair are old friends for many years. The information of the new personn