"Look at , I’m talking too much again. Hayley, hurry up and change your clothes and co eat." Charlotte looked at Hayley lovingly, "If you don’t eat soon, your stomach will start protesting."
After speaking, Charlotte went downstairs first, giving Hayley plenty of personal space to change her clothes.
On this day, Hayley had an exceptionally happy ti at the Seymour family ho, and when Ethan ca ho in the evening, he found Hayley and Charlotte getting along better than a mother and daughter.
Ethan was quite pleased with this situation as a good relationship with Hayley ant more connections and support for his family.
"Uncle, why hasn’t Jas co back yet?" Hayley asked Ethan, having not seen Jas the whole day.
"Jas is busy with the bidding process." Ethan had just finished speaking before Charlotte glared at him, "Why would you tell Hayley that? Hayley, don’t mind him, let’s eat."
"Alright," Hayley said thoughtfully.
It wasn’t until close to eleven at night that Jas returned ho. As soon as he walked in, he was nearly startled: "Hayley, why aren’t you asleep yet? What are you doing in the living room?"
"Waiting for you to co back." Hayley stood up from the sofa, staring at Jas’s tired face and asked with a complex expression, "You, have a lot on your plate?"
"Yes, there are so things going on." Jas smiled and said, "It’s late, go to sleep soon."
After speaking, Jas dragged his weary body upstairs, clearly feeling Hayley’s gaze fixed on him.
In a place where no one could see, a subtle smile played at the corner of Jas’s lips, seemingly satisfied with the outco.
Hayley stayed at Jas’s house for three days, and truly got along very affectionately with Charlotte.
When she returned ho, she saw Hazel busying herself around Mia, hustling about, and Hayley felt a pang of heartache: "Mom, who is really your daughter? Look, being the chairman’s daughter makes all the difference. Now that there is a real one, I, the fake one, have to step aside."
Hazel awkwardly held the soup bowl, unsure of what to say.
Mia furrowed her strong brows and questioned, "Hayley, what’s with your sarcastic attitude? Isn’t mom always busy with you at ho?"
"Does that an the sa?" Hayley sneered, shoving the chair beside her with a loud noise, "I’ve been away for three days, not even a phone call. If I died outside, would there not even be anyone to collect my body?"
"Hayley, I didn’t..." Hazel stood up in panic, hands tense and helpless.
"Hayley, what kind of nonsense are you talking?" Mia grabbed Hazel, offering silent comfort, "Every ti you go missing, isn’t mom the one who goes crazy looking for you? She mobilizes everyone around to search for you."
"When we found you, what did you say?" ntioning these past events always agitated Mia; if it were her staff, they’d have been scolded long ago.
This behavior is pointlessly reckless and in need of discipline!
"You told us not to ddle, said we were hindering your freedom. Later, when we stopped looking for you, and you wouldn’t co ho, mom called you, which ti did you not scold her, saying she was annoying?"
"This past year is the only ti mom hasn’t called to look for you. Do you even know how worried mom is every day?"
Rather than feeling guilty at Mia’s questioning, Hayley’s response was full of sarcastic ridicule: "Oh, mom, so now you’re teaming up with outsiders to bully , huh?"
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