Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1671

Joseph Grant looked a little more solemn. He looked at the worried expression of the girl opposite him. He laughed at himself: "It was less than half a month after I took office, he died of illness. In short, I received a call from Warren Hilton just now.

When Alvina Miller listened to him, she felt the pain in her heart. She walked over and hugged him tightly behind his back. She said angrily, "How can you blame this on your head? Alright, it's your fault? But when he hurt you, why didn't anyone stand up and speak? "

Joseph Grant knew that she was unfair for herself, and could not help but reach out to hold her small hand. He sighed, "The human heart is unpredictable. The mouth is on someone else's body. Everyone supports me, but what is their loyalty? Under pressure from authority, under pressure, this is humanity. You can't see through it, but you can't touch it, but he has always existed. "

"Then, are you under a lot of pressure now?" Alvina Miller's small face lay on his back, worried about him. "Stress every day, the important thing is how to ease it. A disputed life will be full of challenges. When I think they are challenges, I will not feel the pressure, but the motivation that drives me forward." Losing his laughter, but in fact, he was indeed under tremendous pressure. He just did not mention anything to Alvina Miller.

"What can I do for you?" Alvina Miller hugged him tightly and asked him.

"I don't need your help, you only need to rest at home. Let me go home every night, I can see you." The man pulled her little hands away and turned to look at her with a gentle expression. Light.

Alvina Miller lifted her toes and kissed the man at the corner of his lips: "I'll always be here for you."

Joseph Grant's heart relaxed. He subconsciously hugged her tightly, and his thin lip rested on her forehead. "I know." Mu Family!

The atmosphere was very heavy. In the living room, there was a person sitting in the room. When the news of Tim's death and death in the prison came out, all the juniors in the Mu family came back from all directions, including Tim's only child, Mousse She was holding a cute and beautiful little girl in her arms. About four or five years old, the little girl was a half—breed and had big green eyes. She looked at the people in panic. When she returned to see these relatives, she subconsciously hid in Mousse's arms.

"Sis, you have the most say in this matter. You said, what should we do? Do you want a forensic doctor to do a post—mortem?" One of the elders spoke angrily.

"Mummy, I'm afraid?" The elder's eyes scared the little girl in Muse's arms.

Mousse quickly reached out to hug her daughter and said to the elder, "You guys don't have to fight anymore here. I'm scaring my daughter."

"Sis, why are we fighting? For your father, how can you say such an irresponsible thing?" The elder immediately became angry.

"That's right, you're his only daughter. If you don't make the decision for him, wouldn't he be wronged?"

On the other side of the sofa, there were two brothers and sisters, Duck. They were also extremely silent.

"It's fine to ask a forensic doctor. It's too much trouble. My father's heart is not good. It's not a matter of two or three days. His symptoms were obvious three years ago. As for you saying that he was wronged, He has seen what he's done over the years, and you've all seen it. There are witnesses and evidence. He likes to toss in his lifetime, and after he passed away, let him go quietly. Everyone, stay for lunch. Duck accompany me upstairs to clean up my father's things. "Mousse finished, then stood up with her daughter. The little girl handed over a woman to the garden to play with.

Duck and Betty stood up and followed Tim upstairs.

Everyone in the room widened their eyes and looked at the three men walking upstairs in disbelief. "Hey, Tim, how can you be so indifferent? He's your father. How do you become a daughter?"

Mousse stood in the middle of the stairs and looked back at a group of relatives downstairs. She laughed lightly: "I've always been learning how to be a good daughter, but he never tried to be a good father."

The two understated words had convinced everyone that they were stunned.

Duke and Betty looked at each other and sighed.

Upstairs, Tim stood at the stairs. Her tall and elegant figure was a little lonely.

"Wei, Betty, why aren't you talking?" Mousse turned around and asked them.

"We have nothing to say." Duke whispered.

"Uncle walked too suddenly. I just feel sad, but I feel that this is his relief. I'm so old, I still want to lose my freedom in prison. If someone ridicules him, then I really He's willing to go to another world without pain. "Betty said sadly.

Tim's mouth twitched: "We all understand people, but some people can't understand our intentions."