David Garcia usually doesn’t work overti, and dinner is ready when he gets ho.
In the brightly lit dining room, Sean Dalton has co downstairs, and Ethan Dalton is also there.
He’s already 12, but he still needs a bib when eating, he can’t use chopsticks, and still uses a big spoon.
His eyes always seem a bit dazed, but the kindness in them isn’t sothing everyone has.
The dinner is sumptuous, and the atmosphere is quite pleasant.
No one ntioned the family photo, or the eight million, or collaborating with the Kingston Group.
But Joan Graham observed his expression; he seed to be in a good mood.
After dinner, Joan spent ti downstairs with her son, teaching him to recognize flashcard letters.
David Garcia then went upstairs to the study.
It’s eight-thirty in the evening.
Joan Graham brought a cup of warm milk to the study’s doorway, looking at the man in front of the window focused on the guzheng.
He seed lost, as if recalling past mories.
Joan took a deep breath and knocked on the open door, "David." Then she stepped inside.
"Have so milk." Joan said with a smile, stopping before him.
David Garcia reached out to take it, hearing her say, "Don’t stay up too late, don’t overwork yourself, your health is most important."
"Okay." He took a sip of milk.
Joan hesitated, but finally, after he finished the milk, she gently turned his shoulder and asked—
"David, why suddenly not taking the family photo?" She raised her eyes, looking at him without blinking, her voice gentle, patiently waiting for his answer.
David casually placed the empty cup on the desk, eting her hopeful gaze, "Does Stella’s disappearance have anything to do with you?"
Missing his daughter deeply, he couldn’t help but ask this question.
But it gave Joan quite a shock; her chest tightened suddenly, and her face turned paler!
"What do you an?" Joan asked with a frown, "Are you suspecting ?"
She seed suddenly deeply hurt, "David, have you been suspecting all these years?" She was completely taken aback.
David’s expression remained calm as he simply stared at her for a few seconds.
He didn’t press on the matter, as there was no solid evidence, and soon withdrew his gaze.
"It’s getting late, get so rest." David said softly, then started walking out, as if he hadn’t asked anything.
Joan watched his tall figure, unable to regain her composure for a long ti.
Her heart was gripped, shocked and full of inexpressible distress.
Why did David suddenly ask this? She felt anxious and uneasy... This night, lying beside David, was destined to be sleepless.
Erald Cove.
After dinner, Justin Kingston and Mia Lane walked hand in hand in the courtyard, helping digestion.
The bright moonlight poured down, and the video call with the children was about to end.
"Daddy and Mommy, you must have a little brother or sister!" Gigi urged professionally, "Promise us you’ll do it!"
Dolly chid in, "Adults shouldn’t lie! Rember?"
"I rember." Mia Lane rolled her eyes playfully, "Listen to Grandma while you’re out, and take good care of her."
She scarcely wanted to continue the call, as they couldn’t stop urging more children.
Everyone bid farewell briefly, waved hands, and ended the video call.
Justin tucked away his phone and began walking with her toward the nearby outdoor swimming pool, the water surface shimring.
"I’ve signed a contract with the Dalton Group," Justin told her.
Mia Lane asked, "What project is it?"
"Their company values the annual party a lot, and every year they order a batch of party dresses. Would you be willing to take the ti to design for them? You can choose a few designers you like from our design departnt and take them to the Dalton Group to work directly for a month."
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