Chapter 129
The items that Paul’s parents possessed were indeed valuable. They were the family heirlooms of the
Zieglers.
“My mom told me to wear this bracelet. She said it would help her get a grandson sooner. Is that not too superstitious? I’m waiting for you to say it is, and I’ll screenshot it for my
y mom.”
Paul had sent a long message. It was evident that he was often pressured into marriage for various
reasons.
Skylar laughed while zooming in on a bracelet. It was a bracelet that the Ziegler family’s ancestors had blessed, and wearing it could bring many blessings.
She tapped her phone screen and replied, “Not superstitious. It indeed can help you get a grandson sooner. There are no other issues. You can continue to keep them.”
Paul was dumbfounded. He handed his phone to Joe, who was sitting in the car with him.
“Mr. Martin, I believe Miss Sullivan’s talent for restoring antiques is being underutilized. If she were to pursue a career as a fortune teller and treasure appraisal expert, she would outshine other people in Jipsburg City.”
Joe glanced at Paul’s phone. In the chat between Skylar and Paul, her replies to Paul were much more
than those to him.
He looked deeply at Paul. “Do you often chat with her privately?”
“Not often, just a few times.”
Paul thought about the bracelet and whether it could indeed bring many children. He remembered his father, who had five sons. That seemed quite impressive!
Joe took out his phone. On his WhatsApp chat with Skylar, her replies were often just a simple and laconic, “Hmm.” Her attitude seemed quite indifferent to him.
He had not managed to return to Galaxy Villa last night. He remembered her mentioning divorce yesterday. He gently tapped on his phone screen.
He was thinking about something, and accidentally, a voice chat popped up.
After replying to Paul, Skylar looked up at Jeffrey, who looked disappointed.
“Tricks? Is this how you view us? When did your heart become so dark? Did your foster mother tell you something? They want to drive a wedge between you and us. You should know how to discern the truth and not be deceived by them,” Jeffrey retorted.
Sadie’s eyes were red as she spoke. “I’m your mother. It took me ten months of pregnancy to give birth to you. How can you think so poorly of us like that? How can you think so poorly of me?”
“This is too much!” Maisy felt she could no longer understand Skylar.
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