Skyler Jones coaxed, "Alright, alright, no more crying... Don’t inherit your mother’s tendency to cry easily, or you’ll turn into a crybaby."
Christine Quinn glared, "When have I ever cried easily?"
Skyler Jones raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying I’m the crybaby?"
"You..."
The playful banter between her parents made Marilyn Jones break into a smile.
Seeing Marilyn smiling cheerfully, Skyler Jones and Christine Quinn exchanged a glance and reached out to tickle Marilyn’s waist...
Marilyn dreaded tickling the most, imdiately laughing uncontrollably and begging her parents for rcy.
Upstairs in the villa’s second-floor, where Dorian Jones was sleeping soundly, it seed he could feel the joy downstairs with his parents and sister, as his smile grew wider in his sleep.
As for the love story of Skyler Jones and Christine Quinn, it will never fade away; their love will continue endlessly...
From this mont on, holding hands, growing old together.
France, Paris.
The Robinson’s chateau-like villa.
"Miss."
Seeing Alice Robinson return, the servant standing at the villa’s front door greeted her politely.
Alice Robinson nodded and handed her bag to the servant, tiredly walking into the villa.
The servant followed quietly behind Alice Robinson, asking with concern, "Miss, have you had dinner? Should I instruct the staff to prepare a al for you?"
Alice Robinson shook her head, resting her forehead as she sat on the lounge’s vast sofa, her tone filled with exhaustion, "I’m not hungry... Where’s Connor?"
"The little darling was just looking for you. When I said you were working outside, he ate a little sothing and then obediently went to sleep."
Upon hearing this, Alice’s frown gradually softened, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips, "Such a good little darling."
In recent days, she’s been imrsed in worries, but only when ntioning her daughter could she temporarily forget her troubles.
"Yes, she’s easy to please and very sensible," the servant said.
Alice kept smiling, yet her head hurt a bit, forcing her to press her temples.
The servant, seeing Alice’s weary appearance, asked softly, "Miss, how did it go today at the law firm?"
With closed eyes, Alice replied exhaustedly, "Not very optimistic... I’ve hired the most powerful legal team, but still, they aren’t totally confident in winning."
Indeed, in these past two years, the Robinson’s inheritance case has sparked renewed disputes.
The Robinson’s wealth, originally awarded to the siblings upon David Robinson’s demise, wasn’t wholly managed individually by David during his life. This incited dissatisfaction among relatives who once supported him, leading to renewed challenges against the verdict made two years ago by the judge, granting inheritance to the siblings. Recently, they unearthed the fact that David Robinson isn’t the family’s true blood heir, demanding a reclamation of wealth, which now severely troubles Alice Robinson, who’s managing the vast estate...
"Miss, I’ve noticed you haven’t been eating or sleeping well these past few days, you’ve grown noticeably thinner. Would you like to rest at ho for a couple of days? We still have more than a month until the court hearing..." said the servant, who watched Alice grow up, concerned.
Alice let out a light sigh, slowly opening her eyes, "If only Daddy were still alive... With Daddy around, I wouldn’t need to worry about these things."
She finally understood a saying from the Flowery Kingdom—when soone passes, the tea cools.
After her father’s death, the entire Robinson family changed.
Once a loving family, her father’s death revealed their greedy nature.
Nowadays, the Robinson’s wealth is like a juicy piece of at, eyed by beasts with predatory teeth, while she’s left facing them alone.
The servant looked at Alice’s exhausted appearance, standing still, hesitant to speak.
Alice sighed, then stood up, "Forget it, I’ll face it as it cos; worrying won’t help."
The servant was heartbroken by Alice’s pretense of strength, knowing better than anyone that Alice, pampered since childhood, never faced such hardship. Confronting this enormous setback would be incredibly challenging for her.
Watching Alice ascend the stairs with her frail silhouette, the servant finally couldn’t help but ask, "Miss, why don’t you seek Mr. Chester?"
The servant’s words made Alice’s thin fra pause, stopping on the staircase.
"Miss, with Mr. Chester around, those people wouldn’t dare act so brazenly, and Mr. Chester could surely resolve the current issue," said the servant.
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