At this time, the staff of the studio all went outside to watch us. There were three people standing here. Except for me, one of them was a leukemia patient and the other one was Patrick whose legs were disabled. I could only say, "Let's go to the conference room where we can sit down and talk." "All right." Patrick agreed. ...... I led them to the meeting room. Someone brought in two cups of tea and placed each in front of Patrick and Finn. Finn looked at the tea in front of him and sighed, "Alas! Maybe it's God's punishment that I have to see through who my biological daughter and my wife really are one day!" "What's wrong?" I asked. I only knew that Kelsi wasn't willing to do a marrow match. For this, Katy had come to see me before. How come Finn brought up Katy? Finn glanced at me, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Charlotte, I..." "Mr. Finn, please call me Janetta, thank you." I interrupted him a
Living a healthy and long life... What a simple wish it was. However, it wasn't until now that he, who suffered from an incurable disease, realized this point. Things like money, power, and social status were extraterrestrial. In the face of health, they were all secondary. Without health, everything would end up in vain. I held his hand and said, "Mr. ... Dad, I don't want your legacy. Take care of yourself. I believe you will definitely overcome the disease." "Thank you." Looking at me, Finn couldn't help but shed tears. After that, he turned around, intending to leave. I walked over to his side and said, "Let's send you there." "Yeah." Patrick said so behind me. Finn was a patient. And I was not sure how he got through. He spat blood from coughing just now. What if something happened to him on the way... "No need. No need. Just do your work. It's the driver who sent me here." Only after hearing
"Stop pretending. He remade a will. Why are you, who have gained an advantage, pretending here?" Standing behind the policemen, Kelsi sneered, "And now you are Mrs. Cowell. With the protection of Patrick Cowell, are you afraid that I will do something to you?" I looked at her and said seriously, "Yes, it's because that you can't do anything to me that I don't have to pretend." I added firmly, "I really don't know what you are talking about." Kelsi was stunned. She looked at me with a suspicious look in her eyes. She seemed to think that what I had said was true. And yet she didn't want to believe it. I continued, "And I'm not interested in your father's inheritance. After all, he didn't care about us when I was still in my mother's belly. He didn't show up in my life at all. "I grew up in an orphanage. He didn't know my existence. He didn't buy me clothes or dolls. He didn't take me to walk around the park. Neither did he ever take me to school.
I helped Patrick in. Originally, I thought that he came here to check the studio to see if he could help. Unexpectedly, after entering the studio, he said to Nancy without checking the studio at all, "Miss Nancy, let's have a talk." "Me?" Nancy was stunned. Pointing at herself and looking at me in disbelief, she seemed to be seeking my help with an inquiring look in her eyes, "What does Patrick want to talk to me about?" With a dazed look on my face, I shook my head and asked Patrick, "Why are you looking for her?" "You'll come with us." Patrick said. He looked serious. But I couldn't tell anything from his expression. However, since he said so, we couldn't refuse him. So I could only help him walk into the conference room." After the three of us sat down, Patrick said to Nancy, "I don't think it's safe here." ...... Hearing his words, I suddenly understood what Patrick was going to say to Nancy! He wan
Ever since Kelsi left that day, my life had returned to peace. One month later, we moved our studio to the sub-top floor of Towering High. Patrick hung a large logo of our studio outside the Towering High building. It once was heatedly discussed on the social media platforms. And my belly was bulging day by day. Over these days, Patrick would accompany me every day as long as he didn't have to deal with quite important matters. Glenn, who seemed to realize that the little one in my belly was fragile as well, was understanding. He did almost everything by himself. So I didn't need to worry too much about him. However, my pregnancy this time was very different from that last time. I was already in my 30s. Whether in terms of age or physical condition, I was considered an advanced pregnancy woman. For my pregnancy this time, I felt completely different from that last time. This time, I didn't suffer a serious morning sickne
"Why did you... come here?" Standing up in a hurry, I helped Patrick into the office. While walking in, he closed the door handily. Looking up at the closed door, I knew that he should be here for what had happened just now. Even if he wouldn't take the initiative to come here, I would ask him about it. I helped Patrick seated on the sofa. Sitting up, he looked at me and said, "What do you want to know? Go ahead." Sure enough, he knew me. Sitting opposite him and looking at him, I thought for a moment before asking, "What happened? What did Kelsi do?" "Ever since she left last time, per my order, Louis had been keeping an eye on everything about her, including the ones she contacted. As expected, she dealt with the ones who smuggled guns and bribed a murderer, asking him to kill someone." Patrick didn't state who Kelsi had wanted to kill explicitly. Even so, I knew that it was me. I looked at Patrick, asking, "What did you do?
"I'll be gentler." Leaning and frowning, he seemed to be in great pain, "I'm in pain." ...... "I am telling you the truth..." Cupping my face with his hands, he looked as if he were waiting for me to show my mercy. Frowning, i didn't know what to do for a while. What's more, unlike Patrick's office where there was a lounge, my office was a small one with a sofa only. Moreover, the setup was later divided. It wasn't quite soundproof. Once, Nancy made a phone call to argue with a construction company in her office. I heard all that she had said clearly in my office... Thinking of this, I shook my head heavily. Seeing his distressed look, I tentatively asked, "Shall we go upstairs?" Upon finishing my words, I felt that my suggestion wasn't quite plausible. At this time, Patrick was on the verge of ejecting. His private part was bulging. On the way out, we would pass by the open office... Everyone would be watching us.
"All right." I nodded. I would marry Patrick soon. Because of the things taking place in the past, the Cowell Family didn't have a good impression of me. If I arrived there late because of getting changed this time, it wouldn't be worth it. Holding Patrick's hand, I went downstairs with him. Coming out early, we didn't see many cars on the road. When we arrived at the Cowell Family's mansion, it was exactly 6:30 p.m. By the time we went in, it had been quite lively inside the house. Sheridan, Melissa, and Ned were all surrounding Glenn. Glenn, a six-year-old child, was smart and flexible. Whatever others asked him, he would respond like an adult. Upon seeing us, the three of us looked at me. Ned straightened up first and said with a smile on his face, "You're here." "Yes. Hello, Grandpa Cowell." After greeting Ned, I said to Sheridan and Melissa, "Hello, Mr. Sheridan. Hello, Mrs. Melissa." Now, the relationsh