Crossing one hand on top of another, Mr. Hamilton put his weight on the walking stick.
“I won’t do anything to you, after all, you’re pregnant with the Hamilton son. I invite you here to watch a good show.”
“What a good show?” The first thing that Andrea thought of was confinement: he
locked her somewhere to see Lance and Rebecca’s wedding.
Apart from that, there was no good show for her.
“Is interest so important to you? Is it more important than your grandson’s happiness?
Do you think he’ll be happy if he marries Rebecca? You’re destroying him!” Andrea
smiled icily.
“Hahaha. You have an interesting way of thinking. But I don’t need your lecturing on
Happiness and love at my age,” Mr. Hamilton laughed out. The laughter came from
his chest ……
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