Chapter 130 So Now I’m Your Daughter Again.
Kimmy thought for a moment. Could it be… that mant
Ste nced at her. “Pretty?”
Kimmy nodded, “So pretty, Seriously gorgeous<b>.</b>”
A ne that expensive–how could it not be?
Ste smiled. She thought it was pretty too,
“Susan still here?”
That question caught Kimmy off guard for a second; then <b>she </b>realized who Ste meant and nodded. “<b>Yeah</b>, she’s still <b>here</b>.”
The smile that had finally found its way to Ste’s face instantly disappeared the moment Susan was mentioned.
<b>When </b>she stepped into the oflice, Susan’s expression already held a <b>hint </b>of impatience–clearly from having waited too long.
She didn’t have time to hide it before the door opened.
Forcing out a still smile, she <b>said</b>. “Where’d you go? I’ve been <b>waiting </b>quite a while. Your studio tried calling you and you didn’t answer,”
Just thinking about those phone calls made
le Susan even
even more irritated.
To get through to her, they’d borrowed every hospital phone they could find–and she’d blocked every single one.
There really weren’t many people this cold and heartless. It got to the point where even trying to reach her own daughter <b>had </b>be a humiliating challenge.
She thought. Once Lillian recovers, I’ll go have a serious talk with that Dawson family. How did they raise her? How could they raise a child <b>to </b>turn out like this? Do they even know how to raise one!
Ste dropped her bag on the table. “Say it. What do you want?”
If it wasn’t about Lillian, there was probably nothing else.
As she sat down, the Sunre Radiance ne caught the sunlight through the window–it was so beautiful it almost hurt
to look at
It gleamed so brightly, Susan couldn’t ignore it <b>if </b>she tried. “That ne–<b>what </b>is it?”
Sunre Radiance? She remembered seeing it at <b>an </b>auction.
That diamond had been valued in the millions. What was it doing around my neckt
She’d been at that auction herself–with Lillian in tow,
When <b>that </b>giant yellow diamond was on disy, Lillian had made it very clear how badly she wanted it.
But that thing was worth tens of millions; the Reed family couldn’t just snap their fingers and buy something like <b>that</b>.
<b>Susan </b>pondered And now? <i>The </i>person who bought it had made it into a ne, and given it to Stet Who was the buyer, and what wat their rtionship with Stet
Ste <b>said</b>. <b>“</b>Sunre Radiance”
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Chapter 130 So Now I’m Your Daughter Again
“What’s it to you?”
Ste’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Susan’s breath hitched again.
“You-
She wanted to snap back, but remembering why she’de today, she swallowed her anger
Ste had been cold to them this whole time. But still no matter what, she was her mother and this
“Just get to the point.” Ste said icily.
–
Sitting there nitpicking over where the ne came from. Does it even matter that much?
Susan took a breath to steady herself. “Rianne and Eddie have toe back. We can’t dy any longer
Thinking of how the specialists kept insisting those two had to be involved-
Susan knew now, if they wanted Lillian to survive, those two were absolutely essential
Ste let out a coldugh.
“You’ve been dodging mywyer for days. I figured you didn’t care if Lillian lived or died
Susan was speechless.
Her expression, already not great, turned even worse when Ste mentioned thewyer.
“I won’t cut ties with you. No matter what, you’re still my daughter. I gave birth to you.”
Her tone turned sharp for a moment–as if she truly cared.
But Ste knew better.
Sheughed again, coldly. “You care about me? I think what you care about is what’s behind me.”
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Freezing her ounts didn’t work. Throwing her out of the house didn’t work. They couldn’t suppress her studio either.
Even a fool could tell there was something backing her. And now here she was trying to y the loving mother here
When they froze her cards, Susan sure didn’t seem to remember she was “the one who gave birth to her.”
Susan’s face went stiff.
Ste went on. “You see the studio making 950 000 dors”
King 950.000 drs in
<b>in </b>a <b>year</b>, and what you’re really after is the resources behind that
“You!”
Like the bar the nail on the head, Susan’s face turned <b>even </b>more sour.
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