Compared to her overwhelming sadness, Justin Kingston felt more anger!
How could a seven or eight-year-old Sean Dalton have done such a thing back then?!
Justin couldn’t help but tear up, gently caressing Mia Lane’s dark hair, holding her fingers tightly with the other hand, giving her a silent strength.
Knowing who the bad person is, there’s no rush.
Sean Dalton must pay a painful price for his actions!
Justin’s handso features carried a natural cool nobility. He patiently waited, letting her finish crying, venting it all out, maybe she would feel much better in her heart.
These emotions have been suppressed for twenty years, haven’t they? How heavy they must be.
"Let’s recognize the truth, since we’re all aware of each other’s identities and have prepared for this."
After half an hour, when her sobs gradually lessened and her emotions stabilized.
Justin finally spoke after calmly thinking it over.
Mia Lane got up from his lap, wiped her tears, and looked out the window. "I’m not ready yet." Because she couldn’t predict how their lives would change after recognizing each other.
"To be honest, seeing Dad happy, I’ve forgiven Sean Dalton,"
Mia said, "If I go back and see her, maybe I won’t forgive her so easily. With in the Dalton family, there’s no place for her."
"Right, one can’t always be softhearted," Justin said. "She was never part of the Dalton family to begin with, how dare she occupy everything?"
The evening glow was beautiful, making Mia recall that afternoon playing chess in the garden with her father.
That was the happiest mory of her life.
Nostalgia began to flood in, and she wanted to cry.
Justin held her shoulder, "How about finding an opportunity? Maybe... on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Mid-Autumn...?
"Isn’t that too soon? It’s not too late to wait until the cooperation is over."
She’s agreed to acknowledge her father! It’s just a matter of discussing the timing!
Justin was very pleased and didn’t push her further, "Actually, there’s another opportunity. Isn’t your dad’s birthday coming up? Returning to his side on his birthday should be the best gift."
Mia turned to look at him, "Has Dad really been searching for all this ti?"
Still doubting?
He nodded, saying firmly, "He loves you, you can feel it."
Their gazes t, and Mia gradually trusted her inner feelings and judgnt.
Blood is thicker than water, she is the fruit of her parents’ love.
They discussed and decided that on his birthday, the father and daughter would acknowledge each other. Justin, as the diator, would arrange everything.
Mia trusted him, "Don’t cause a sensation; don’t let the dia know. Life is already peaceful as is."
"Okay."
Justin also knew that happiness is a personal matter, there’s no need to show off.
Justin cupped her face, tenderly kissed her forehead.
He was pleased that this matter would soon co to a close.
Her happiness would double; life would no longer have regrets!
In the evening, at the Dalton family villa.
The expensive flowers blooming outside the window were incredibly beautiful, swaying gently in the wind as the rosy sunset illuminated the petals with a halo.
A black Volvo drove into the villa’s courtyard, and Butler Warren and Joan Graham in the living room were startled!
"Mr. Dalton isn’t working late today?" Butler Warren shivered directly in shock, "Is it because the young master went to the third floor...?"
Joan Graham was also extrely nervous, watching as the car stopped, the car door opened, and David Dalton stepped out.
"Good evening, Mr. Dalton." Butler Warren lowered his head humbly.
Joan Graham watched him enter the living room, montarily speechless from fear.
But David Dalton was in a good mood today. He didn’t ntion the third-floor incident, as if he hadn’t seen the surveillance, unaware anyone had been there.
As soon he ca in, Ethan Dalton ca downstairs.
"Ethan." David Dalton walked up to his son and picked him up.
This allowed Joan Graham and Butler Warren to exchange a glance, seeing him play with his son made them breathe a small sigh of relief.
It was clear that David Dalton really liked his son, even though he was intellectually challenged, he had never been looked down on.
After all, he’s his own flesh and blood; blood is indeed thicker than water.
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