Seeing Amanda smiling, Nina ran over and helped her, "Let me hold you up."
Amanda looked at her and thought she had just been too direct. Nina was still a child, and there was
nothing wrong with her wanting a mother. She shouldn't have been so blunt but should have been more
tactful so as not to upset her.
"Doesn't your dad usually have time for you?" Amanda thought it was actually quite easy for her to be
content. She could be so happy when Joan said he'd take her to an amusement park.
Nina nodded, "He's busy and doesn't have time."
Amanda thought to herself that he should spend time with his own child even if he didn't have time, and
Nina was a motherless child.
"He's tried so hard to keep me company." Nina lowered her eyes and suddenly became depressed.
Amanda was at a loss for words. Had she said the wrong thing?
How had she become upset all of a sudden?
Her mood changed so quickly that she was caught off guard.
"Well, Nina ..."
Nina looked up at her, "I'm fine."
Amanda was speechless.
This kid ...
"My mum and dad are dead, and he adopted me," Nina said.
Amanda looked at her for a long time. That meant she had been thinking wrong?
She wasn't actually Joan's illegitimate child?
And he hadn't been irresponsible?
"My mum and dad died and my grandparents wouldn't raise me, so I became an orphan with no one to
look after me. He was the one who took me into this family and became my father ..."
She blinked, "Actually, he's pathetic."
Amanda was speechless.
Joan was pathetic?
What was pathetic about him?
He was powerful and influential. How was he pathetic?
What did she mean by the word “pathetic”?
If he was pathetic, weren't the ordinary people in this world who ran around for money even more
pathetic?
"He's too busy to find a wife. Isn't that pathetic?" Nina blinked.
Amanda was speechless.
So she went around looking for a mother to find him a wife?
This kid ...
Amanda didn't know what to say about her anymore.
"Nina." Joan walked over, "Come here."
He waved.
Nina immediately ran over, then tilted her head back and called sweetly, "Daddy."
Joan picked her up and placed her on a chair in front of the dining table. The table was long and could
seat at least twenty people.
"Miss Nelson, come and eat." Joan pulled out her chair for her in a very gentlemanly manner.
Amanda was ashamed of what she had thought earlier when she knew that Nina was not his
illegitimate child. How could she freely speculate on a person's character?
And she'd said those things to him.
"I thought Nina was your ..."
Realizing that Nina was still at the table, she hurriedly stopped talking. Such words couldn't be said in
front of the child.
Joan knew what she was going to say and was concerned about Nina, so instead of answering, he
changed the subject, "I don't know if you're used to eating the food."
Amanda said, "I'm not a picky eater."
Knowing that he wasn't an irresponsible man, she felt as if he wasn't that annoying anymore.
In City B.
Stanford's surgery was a success.
It was just that he needed to recuperate in bed and couldn't walk off the floor yet, and he had only
Atwood by his side.
"Is Lindsay still alive?" Stanford, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly asked.
Atwood wondered why he suddenly thought of Lindsay and said, "She's still in jail, alive."
"She should die." Stanford was impassive, but what he said was cold and harsh.
"It's a good thing that Madam is fine and she was punished." Atwood didn't know that Amanda had lost
her baby in that fire.
So he didn't understand why Stanford had suddenly mentioned her again.
"In fact, she made such a big mistake just because she loves you, and she is not sinful enough to die.
If she is willing to correct herself, why don't you give her a chance to reform herself ..."
"What did you say?" Atwood's words were barely finished when Stanford interrupted him, "She's not
sinful enough to die?"
Meeting his gloomy eyes, Atwood swallowed, "Well, I'm not pleading for mercy for her. It's just that ...
it's just that ..."
He explained for a long time without coming up with a good answer.
Stanford closed his eyes to hide all emotion, "She doesn't deserve to live. Let her be buried with the
dead."
Atwood froze. Did he mean what he said as he understood it?
Let Lindsay die?
She was trying to get Amanda killed, but Amanda was still alive and well. Who did he want her to be
buried with?
Now that she was in jail, and he didn't have to kill her.
"Well ..."
"Atwood, stop pleading for mercy for her. She doesn't deserve it, and she's far more vicious than you
can imagine. Do as I say." Stanford still didn't open his eyes, just tilted his head slightly to the side of
the window.
Atwood was silent for a moment and said, "I'll get on it."
Atwood murmured Lindsay's name.
Although he didn't understand it, he went to do it anyway.
Only, he didn't see Lindsay. She was gone.
What was going on?
He immediately went to see Blithe and wanted to ask what was going on.
However, Blithe didn't know either, and said, "It's impossible."
"I really haven't seen her or I wouldn't have come to you." Atwood looked at him and said, "She didn't
escape, did she?"
"Are you kidding? Is this place where she can escape just because she wants to?" Blithe was very
cautious. After all, if Lindsay disappeared, he would be held responsible.
He had promised Abbott that he would keep a close eye on her and let her die of old age in prison.
Now Lindsay was gone. How was he going to explain that to him?
"Come on, let's go check it out." Blithe took the lead and walked out.
Atwood followed him.
Now Lindsay was gone. How was he going to explain that to him?
"Come on, let's go check it out." Blithe took the lead and walked out.
Atwood followed him.
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