Sullivan Family.
Ghania Quinlan had just finished practicing the piano upstairs, and was enjoying her coffee in the living room. Ever since she heard that Nathalie Quinlan had hit Jecksen Wilmar, her mood had lifted from gloom to sunshine, making her piano practice go much more smoothly, without the irritability and unease of the past few days.
She had just picked up her freshly brewed coffee, ready to try the new flavor she had concocted, when she heard the sound of a car stopping outside.
"Uncle’s back?" Ghania Quinlan put down her cup excitedly, quicker than the Sullivan family’s servant to react, and imdiately got up from the sofa to go to the door to greet the person who had returned.
The servant also took out a pair of clean slippers from the shoe cabinet.
Myles Sullivan had rushed back from the Wilmar family, wrapped in the night wind, and his face color did not look good.
As soon as he entered the house, he handed his bag to a servant beside him, changed into slippers, and without even a glance at Ghania Quinlan who was there to greet him, he hurriedly ordered the house servant, "Help pack two sets of clothes; I need to make a trip to McKinney!"
"Yes, sir."
The servant hastily took his briefcase and hurried to carry out his instructions.
Ghania Quinlan had a rough idea of what was happening and asked him cautiously with a lift of her gaze, "Uncle, why are you suddenly going back to McKinney? Has sothing happened?"
Of course, she knew what had happened in McKinney—it was Nathalie Quinlan who had hit Jecksen Wilmar!
Because of this, her mood had been great all night, waiting to enjoy the drama, and especially waiting for Myles Sullivan to co ho.
"Mm."
She would have been better off not ntioning it, but as soon as she did, Myles Sullivan felt like his temples were about to explode. He ripped off the tie from his collar and threw it on the sofa, suppressing the anger in his chest, his face turning green as he said, "There’s sothing I need to handle back there."
Ghania Quinlan automatically interpreted his ’need to handle’ as going back to deal with Nathalie Quinlan hitting soone, and her lips unwittingly curved upward; her eyes flashed as she imdiately made a request to him, "Uncle, can I go back with you?"
"I’m in a hurry to get back because I have business to handle. Why would you co with ?" Myles Sullivan was extrely irritated at that mont, and a glance at her made it obvious he was in a bad mood.
After all, it would be strange if he were in a good mood!
Nathalie Quinlan had hit Jecksen Wilmar. It was not a big deal, but it wasn’t a small one either. He had heard about it from his mother-in-law in the afternoon and didn’t pay it much mind.
After all, he had made his choice, choosing Ghania Quinlan. Whether Nathalie Quinlan caused trouble or not had little to do with him.
But just one hour ago, the situation had taken a turn!
Mr. Amadeus from the Yancey family had co to visit in person, and who knows what he had shown to his mother-in-law, but after seeing that thing, she was so deeply shocked as if she had aged several years.
After sending that person from the Yancey family away, she clung to him, instructing him to rush to McKinney to find a way to calm Nathalie Quinlan down. Otherwise, Jecksen Wilmar might not make it through this ti!
Jecksen Wilmar had been coddled by the Wilmar family from a young age; unless it was a major catastrophe, his always overindulgent mother-in-law would never say sothing like that.
But...
It was Nathalie Quinlan who had beaten Jecksen Wilmar, and Jecksen Wilmar was still lying in the hospital, so why would his mother-in-law suddenly change her stance?
Myles Sullivan couldn’t figure it out and was restless, wanting to understand the reason behind it all.
His anxiety, as seen through Ghania Quinlan’s eyes, seed like the annoyance of hearing that Nathalie Quinlan had caused trouble, and she couldn’t help but let her lips curve up, feeling a sense of triumphant relief.
She knew very well how to hide her feelings. Myles Sullivan was in a bad mood and spoke to her with a harsh tone, but she managed to be sensible, sweet, and unoffended.
"My mother heard that I got into Tsinghua University and called to ask to co ho. She said she wants to throw a celebration for , to invite relatives over for a al..."
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