Even with Sean Dalton, he never scolded or hit her; he always maintained the image of a kind father.
It’s just that the last ti in the study, his words were harsher. He was genuinely angry with her, like the guilty party preemptively accusing others! It was clearly intentional.
After hugging his son, David Garcia set him down and then headed upstairs.
He didn’t reproach Joan Graham with a word.
This made Joan Graham wonder if the surveillance was just a façade? It hadn’t been maintained all these years, and electronic devices inevitably malfunction over ti, right?
So, whether anyone went up to the third floor, David Garcia might not actually know?
This thought sparked in Joan Graham’s mind, inspiring her to go up and have a closer look soday!
As the lady of the house, shouldn’t she be aware of everything?
She kept seeking a sense of presence.
David Garcia went upstairs, and his phone received an alert; Justin Kingston sent an email, prompting him to head to the study.
Sitting at the desk, he turned on the computer and opened his inbox.
Downstairs, Joan Graham instructed, "Serve tea and snacks upstairs, and add a few more dishes for dinner."
"Yes, ma’am."
In the upstairs study, footsteps approached; David Garcia glanced up and saw Butler Warren at the door.
He quickly minimized the email text page.
"Mr. Dalton." Butler Warren stepped in lightly, carefully placing the tea and snacks beside his computer.
She instinctively glanced at him, feeling that Mr. Dalton was in a good mood today.
"You may leave." David Garcia looked at her.
"Yes." Butler Warren dared not et his gaze again, swiftly turning to leave.
Not until watching her back vanish at the doorway and the fading footsteps did David Garcia maximize the email page again.
He carefully read Justin Kingston’s ssage twice.
Stella had faced her own heart and shared her story. She did not want to disrupt his peaceful life, so she had always been hesitant to acknowledge her ties.
The main point was, under Justin Kingston’s guidance and persuasion, Stella might recognize her father on his birthday.
Each line of the short email carried weight.
This was a piece of incredibly good news!
David Garcia read it over and over, eventually moved to tears.
Opening the drawer, he picked up the half piece of the Jade Pendant, feeling a complicated mix of feelings, joy, excitent, and overwhelming emotions.
That lovely little girl had grown up, blossod into a graceful lady, and had even married the most influential man in Riventhal.
However, David Garcia believed Stella’s disappearance was caused by human actions.
He just lacked evidence; once he found it, he would certainly punish the wrongdoers.
Regarding the disappearance’s cause, Justin Kingston didn’t tell David Garcia because Justin wanted to discipline the wrongdoers on Stella’s behalf.
Erald Cove.
After dinner, Mia Lane went up to the fourth floor, to the private design studio Justin Kingston had prepared for her.
She decided to design a suit for her father as a birthday gift.
"Do you need any help, Mrs. Kingston?" Justin Kingston appeared at the door, a gentle expression in his eyes that only she had the chance to see.
Mia Lane raised her hand, and a large piece of black fabric unfurled and floated under the light!
Through the beams of light, the fabric shimred like ripples, a high-quality material eventually laid out flat on the workbench.
She t his gaze with a smile blooming like a flower, "No need, Mr. Kingston."
Justin Kingston took out the notebook he had hidden behind his back and walked into the design studio, "Alright, then I’ll accompany you. I’ll have a video eting here while you do your work."
"Clingy," Mia Lane joked.
Justin Kingston responded, "I’m only clingy to my own wife." He sat down in a chair.
Mia Lane picked up a white chalk marker, having already morized her father’s size through their recent ti together.
There was no need for a design sketch; she grabbed the scissors and started right away. This is what renowned designer Emma does.
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