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    “Mr. Scott, Susanna won’t ept me. I hope you can tell me what I can do. I genuinely want to get along with her.”


    She clutched her chest and spoke slowly, looking distressed.


    Sean’s eyes were piercing. “Why are you asking me?” Did she think feigning distress would work on him? It was up to Susanna, and he wouldn’t interfere. “But I really care about our parents. I don’t want to be apart from them.”


    Tears streamed down her face as she finished speaking, looking pitiful.


    She gazed at him, tears in her eyes.


    Phillip’s mouth twitched. Nancy’s persistent crying, both in the ward and now in front of Sean, was exasperating. His eyes were filled with impatience. “Mr. Scott, you still have other matters to attend to.”


    His words implied that Sean shouldn’t waste time and energy on this.


    Sean gave a detached nod and said, “Okay.” He then turned and left with Phillip, not giving Nancy another nce.


    Watching Sean walk away, Nancy was stunned by his indifference. Didn’t he feel any curiosity or pity for her, his new sister? She had thought that anyone hearing her tragic story would feel sorry for her. Instead, both Susanna and Sean treated her with coldness, even disgust.


    She wiped away her tears, her expression turning cold. In her view, the whole situation was just a challenge. And she thrived on challenges.


    For instance, she had only practiced piano music at the restaurant for two days before performing there, which led to Ka noticing her and offering adoption.


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    She believed that opportunities favored the well-prepared. She needed to be ready while also bravely fighting to win the favor of the adoptive family and rightfully secure the inheritance. Who would bother to please someone just for affection? Only fools valued love and affection.


    She took a deep breath, her eyes reddening further. She turned and headed back to the ward.


    Phillip started the car and resumed the conversation. “Nancy’s background is quite ordinary. She was raised in an orphanage abroad and has been working to fund her studies. She learned to y the piano from a street musician and secured a temporary position at a restaurant. Her encounter with your mother was purely coincidental.”


    In the back seat, Sean reflected on his father’s approach. Given his father’s nature, he would have conducted a thorough investigation before agreeing to any adoption. After all, although Sacredice was a newly established international intelligence agency, it was Matteo who had passed the leadership to Sean.


    Both had ties to Sacredice, but only Seanmanded the loyalty of the four Deacons. Through the window, the dim glow of a streetlight cast shadows across Sean’s face. He tapped his fingers on his knees, his mind focused. Regardless of Nancy’s motives, he was determined to protect his family.


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