NovelStartChapter 446 He's Just a Child, Longing for a Mother “Mmm... mmm...” Veronica McCarthy struggled.
The tablecloth in the café wasn’t particularly clean; it was spread on the tabletop every day, and the taste in her mouth was not very pleasant.
“I'll count to three.” said Blake MacNeil as he removed the cloth from her mouth and then grabbed her right hand.
“One, two...” Veronica McCarthy hurriedly spoke, TlI talk!” It was terrifying. She didn’t want her hand to be twisted again.
“I, 1 am the mother of Drake and Josh, | just wanted to get close to Anthony Crawford, really. | have no intentions towards you or Lilly Crawford, let alone any intention to harm Lilly Crawford...” “It's just that in the Crawford family, everyone adores Lilly Crawford. Anthony Crawford treats Lilly Crawford better than his own son, and that's why | wanted to get close to Lilly Crawford...” Blake MacNeil looked at her coldly, “How do you know my whereabouts?” Veronica McCarthy opened her mouth and said, “You might not believe it when | say this, but... | can tell fortunes.” Seeing skepticism in Blake MacNeil's eyes and feeling the increasing pressure from his grip, she hurriedly added, “I'm serious, | really can tell fortunes!” Blake MacNeil sneered at her, “Did you foresee that you would lose both hands today?” Veronica McCarthy was taken aback for a moment.
Then, there was a snap! Before she could scream, the tablecloth was shoved back into her mouth.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBlake MacNeil stood up, shook his black coat, and coldly said, “Don’t have any ideas about the Crawford family, or next time it will be your neck that gets twisted.” With that, he turned and walked away.
He could discern that Veronica McCarthy was telling the truth about why she was getting close to Lilly Crawford.
However, she lied about how she knew about his whereabouts.
At the same time, he realized that even if he were to twist her neck today, she wouldn't dare reveal the support she had behind her.
He might as well go back and ask Lilly Crawford.
Blake MacNeil casually grabbed a wet tissue from the cafe counter, wiped his hands, and without looking back, tossed it into the trash bin behind him..
13 The receptionist at the counter had her mouth wide open in an ‘O’ shape...
Upstairs.
Veronica McCarthy’s two hands hung limp, and the pain had drained the color from her face.
Her mouth was still stuffed with the tablecloth, and she trembled all over.
Veronica McCarthy struggled to remove the tablecloth and then examined her hand... it was dislocated. and could be popped back in, but it would definitely be excruciatingly painful.
I curse you...” Her lips turned pale, and she cursed fiercely, “Rot in hell!” Then she looked to the side and softly called out a few names of fairy beings, but there was no response.
She hurried back, vowing to cast a spell on Blake MacNeil. Today's events couldn't be left like this. She had fallen in love with Anthony Crawford and wouldn't give up.
Blake MacNeil returned home, pushed open Lilly Crawford's bedroom door, and overheard her and Josh. Crawford murmuring.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLilly Crawford asked, “Brother, is that doctor lady really our aunt?” Josh Crawford shook his head, “You're asking me? | have no idea!” If it's really true... then the difference is too great compared to what he imagined a mother would be like.
Josh Crawford's eyes dimmed slightly. Deep down, he still longed to have a mother. It wasn't that the Crawford family was bad or that his dad was bad.
Actually, which child doesn’t yearn for a mother? He was only seven years old, and he had never had a mother before.
He had no idea why his mother had abandoned him and his brother all those years ago. They had reached the doorstep of the Crawford family, so couldn't she at least come in for a moment and explain why? Josh Crawford couldn't understand.
Blake MacNeil said, “You'll find out by investigating.” He took out a regular plastic bag from his pocket, containing a few strands of hair.
“Take it, pull out two strands of your own hair and get a paternity test done.” Josh Crawford was puzzled, he opened the plastic bag, and on it was written something about a café...
As a result, there were indeed a few strands of hair inside.
Confused, he asked, “Whose hair is this?” Blake MacNeil replied, “Your mother’s.” Josh Crawford remained silent.
Why did he have to resort to insults as well?
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