At this mont, in the office of the president of The Dalton Group.
When David Dalton’s son went up to the third floor, he received an alert on his phone and saw this scene through the surveillance.
Joan Graham showed no curiosity about the world behind that door, instead, she pulled her son and quickly left, looking quite scared.
Therefore, David Dalton pretended nothing happened today and wouldn’t pursue her responsibility at ho.
After all, she didn’t an to intrude.
"President Dalton."
A lodic female voice reached his ears.
David Dalton looked up and saw Mia Lane approaching with a stack of design drafts and a smile. He smiled back, quickly put down his phone, and stood to greet her.
"President Lane, have you completed today’s little task?"
"Yes," Mia Lane replied with a sweet smile, "I plan to go ho early today, no overti work. It’s Mid-Autumn Festival soon, I need to prepare so things."
At this mont, David Dalton bent down to pick up six exquisite gift bags, "These are Mid-Autumn gifts for you all, I hope you like them."
If he only gave a gift to her, it might cause speculation, this was to avoid embarrassnt.
"What’s inside? The boxes are so beautiful?" Mia Lane did not refuse. She reached out to take them, peeked into the bag, and said happily, "I thank you on behalf of them!"
Then she bowed deeply to David Dalton, "President Dalton, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave?"
"Go ahead!"
David Dalton smiled as he watched his daughter leave, feeling closer to her...
He even had the urge to reunite with her during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
He was prepared, but didn’t know what she felt inside.
Justin Kingston considered her feelings too much, always thinking the ti wasn’t right, always feeling she hadn’t understood her own heart, wasn’t ready yet.
He didn’t want to pressure her too much...
Indeed, twenty years of grievances can’t be resolved with a single "Dad" or a hug, can they?
Inside the Dalton family villa.
"Ethan Dalton, rember this: you cannot run to the third floor!" Joan Graham held her son’s hand, her voice not loud, not harsh, but firm.
The little boy looked up, his lips tightly sealed, not saying a word.
"I know you can understand, it’s such a simple command, just carry it out."
Ethan Dalton still didn’t speak, it’s unclear if he understood or not.
Butler Warren sighed, "Don’t worry, I’ll watch him 24 hours a day, today’s incident will absolutely not happen a second ti."
Then they began to pray, hoping Mr. Dalton hadn’t watched the surveillance today and that he wouldn’t cause trouble upon returning.
The Lamborghini stopped downstairs at The Dalton Group to pick up Mia Lane.
She wore a vibrant dress and jewelry bought during her marriage to Justin Kingston, her lips adorned with the most beautiful smile, she gently opened the pretty box.
"Wow! They’re bookmarks! So beautiful!"
Justin Kingston could tell she really liked the Mid-Autumn gift from David Dalton, "President Dalton has really good taste."
"Huh?" Mia Lane suddenly turned her gaze, "How do you know they’re from him??"
Justin Kingston, hands on the steering wheel, slightly raised his thick eyebrows, "Because I went to pick out a gift for you too, and also liked this. Turns out it’s custom-made by him, a limited edition."
Upon hearing this, Mia Lane was surprised, even quite touched.
Holding this bookmark, she felt a faint sense of clarity, a heavy fatherly love... In this mont, she deeply yearned for it.
But she knew, a complete original family was distant from her.
The Dalton family was famously a happy one... She couldn’t bear to ruin it...
As long as everyone was doing well, it was fine... Being friends was good too.
"What are you thinking about?" Justin Kingston held her hand, slowed the car, and glanced at her, "Can you tell ?"
She, "..."
He, "I’m your husband, you can share the good and I can help with the bad."
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