Mort Thorne was stunned the first ti he saw this little girl. He had seen many beautiful little girls, but never one as lovely as Dotty, who looked like a porcelain doll.
Now Dotty rushed over and hugged his leg, called him "Daddy" in her sweet, childish voice, and he felt his heart thump violently in that mont, his pupils contracting suddenly.
"Little girl, you’ve got the wrong person, I’m not your daddy," Mort Thorne said.
Dotty raised her head, her big, dark eyes blinking and smiling sweetly, "No, you are my daddy~ Daddy~"
Mort Thorne never imagined he’d be entangled by a little girl. His life until now had been full of hardships, and before eting Dianna Hollis, he hadn’t dared to think about won or children. He had always believed he wouldn’t have them.
But now, everything had beco fantastical.
Mort Thorne really liked children. He always wanted to have a child with Dianna Hollis, a son or a daughter, he didn’t care, as long as it was Dianna’s, he would love them.
Looking at this little girl in front of him, her big bright eyes revealed a mischievous spirit, and she really did look quite like Dianna.
Mort Thorne really liked this little girl.
"Little girl, I’m really not your daddy. Did you co out here alone? Are you lost? I can arrange for soone to take you back."
"Daddy, I’m not alone, my mommy is here."
"Your mommy? Where is she?" Mort Thorne looked back into the corridor, but didn’t see anyone.
Where was this little girl’s mommy?
At this mont, Dianna Hollis’s voice ca from behind him, "Mort Thorne, who are you talking to?"
Mort Thorne turned around, Dianna had already gotten out of bed and was walking over.
Dianna looked at Dotty, "This is..."
Dotty imdiately tugged at Mort Thorne’s sleeve and said crisply, "Daddy~"
Mort Thorne, "..."
Mort Thorne felt like he wouldn’t be able to clear his na even if he jumped into the Yellow River; he imdiately said, "Dianna, listen to my explanation, this little girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere and called daddy. I really haven’t done anything wrong to you, I swear, you have to believe ."
Mort Thorne’s first reaction was that Dianna had misunderstood, thinking this little girl was born from him and another woman.
He was innocent.
Now Dotty let go of Mort Thorne and called sweetly, "Mommy~"
Mom... Mommy?
Mort Thorne wondered if he was hallucinating; did she call... Dianna mommy?
Oh my God!
Dotty rushed over and hugged Dianna Hollis’s leg.
"Little girl, she... she isn’t your mommy, we don’t have children..." Mort Thorne tried hard to explain.
At that mont, Dianna Hollis reached out and touched Dotty’s little head, then smiled brilliantly at Mort Thorne, "Mort Thorne, let introduce you, this is Dotty, my daughter. She’s three years old, and she’s also your biological daughter."
Boom.
In that instant, Mort Thorne’s mind exploded and he couldn’t think.
Dianna’s words kept echoing around him; Dotty was his daughter.
He actually... had a daughter?
He actually... had a daughter!
Three years old.
Was Dotty born three years ago when he left? He didn’t know.
Dianna Hollis held Dotty’s small hand and looked at Mort Thorne, this blockhead; if she didn’t make it clear, he probably wouldn’t believe it.
"Mort Thorne, you’ve beco a father, you have a daughter!"
He’s beco a father.
He has a daughter!
Mort Thorne looked at Dotty, then stepped forward and picked her up.
"Your na... Dotty?"
Dotty...
That na sounded familiar.
Mort Thorne suddenly rembered, the day she was stabbed several tis by a scorpion, weakly lying on his leg, she told him she wanted to have a daughter, and her daughter would be nad Dotty, because every dot and tittle was her love for him.
"Yes, Daddy, my na is Dotty," Dotty reached out and hugged Mort Thorne’s neck, "Even though this is my first ti seeing Daddy, I’m not unfamiliar with Daddy at all, because Mommy tells Daddy’s stories every day. Mommy says Daddy’s too busy working, busy catching bad guys, and once Daddy finishes, he’ll co back to see ."
Mort Thorne’s heart was overwhelmingly soft.
Even now, he still felt like he was dreaming.
All these years he thought he was alone, the happiness that ordinary people had seed unreachable to him, but now he had it all.
He had a daughter now.
All of this was thanks to Dianna Hollis.
How fortunate he was.
Mort Thorne held Dotty in one arm, and with his other hand, he wrapped it around Dianna Hollis’s slender waist. He bent down, and landed a strong kiss on Dianna’s forehead.
Dianna, thank you.
"Wow, Daddy kissed Mommy~" Dotty quickly covered her eyes with her little hands.
Dianna knew he was very happy and excited, she gently pushed him, "Alright, go ahead and be busy, Dotty and I will be here waiting for you to return."
Mort Thorne had much he wanted to say, but ti was short, he had a task at hand.
"Dotty, Daddy has to go out for a bit, I’ll be back soon. Wait at ho with Mommy."
"Alright, Daddy~"
Mort Thorne left.
The tall figure of the man vanished from view, leaving Dianna and Dotty here, waiting for his return.
He’ll be back soon.
Definitely.
...
Mount Cinder Training.
Several army-green bulletproof Jeeps sped over and then slowly stopped.
The rear door opened, and Mort Thorne stepped out. Today he wore a brand-new camouflage suit, with a black leather belt cinching his waist and black military boots on his feet, making him look clean and efficient, a walking coat hanger, exuding a composed and powerful aura.
Charles Bishop also got out, checking his watch, asked puzzledly, "Chief, the training ti has already passed, why haven’t people arrived?"
The military camp ahead was empty and quiet.
Mort Thorne pursed his thin lips, at this mont his eardrum twitched; he heard a trace of abnormal movent.
His deep eyes quickly flashed with a hawk’s sharpness, lips moving as he spoke in a deep voice, "Co out!"
The confidential secretary slowly erged, a group of ard n in black surrounded Mort Thorne and his people.
Charles Bishop’s face changed, "Is it you?"
The confidential secretary sneered, "Today’s training was canceled by . I issued an order in the Chief’s na, so no one will co. You’ve already been surrounded by my people, Chief Thorne, surrender now."
Mort Thorne slowly hooked his thin lips, "All these years you’ve been lurking around the old chief, actually you’ve been coveting his position. lissa is your biological daughter; more than twenty years ago, while the old chief was working hard for the nation, constantly rushing to the frontline, he neglected his young wife at ho. You took the opportunity to show kindness, give gifts, and sweet talk, eventually putting a green hat on the old chief."
"The old chief’s wife beca pregnant and gave birth to lissa, but she felt guilty and blad herself. Along with your later harassnt, she suffered imnsely, developed severe depression and soon passed away in sorrow."
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