“Mom...” Stacey glared at her mother shyly and embarrassed.
Forrest, who had been staying quiet at the side, was momentarily stunned. Then, he furrowed his brows, wondering if he had seen Stacey before.
In fact, he was bad at recognizing women. I f he had not been seeing Stacey every day, he would have easily confused her with other women.
After all, women nowadays generally had delicate faces and large eyes.
With the situation, Mrs. Lynch understood what was happening. She wished her son would get married soon, and out popped a person who was in love with him. What was more, she had even saved him, so naturally, Mrs. Lynch had a thing for Stacey. "How old is your daughter?"
"23," Mrs. Childs answered promptly.
"That's quite young. Forrest is 30..." Mrs. Lynch darted a profound glance at her son.
"Well, older men are more reliable and mature," Mrs. Childs said meaningfully.
Since she had said it so directly, only a fool would not understand her intentions.
Stacey looked down with a red face, not saying a word.
After silence befell the ward for a while, M r. Childs cut to the chase. "Chairman Lynch, I don’t think I need to explain how important a woman’s skin is. I've put so much effort into raising my dear daughter, all for your son to put her in this state. Let me be honest. Your son has to be responsible for my daughter. The best solution is that we become related by marriage. In that case, I won’t have to worry about my daughter's future partner looking down on her because of the scars o n her legs."
Jerry nodded before turning his eyes to his son. "What do you think?"
Forrest's expression remained indifferent, and he did not say a word.
Mr. Childs snorted. "We've checked the surveillance footage of the incident. If my daughter hadn’t pushed you away in time, the glass might've fallen onto your head. With the glass landing on your face and head, you could've lost your life."
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