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Chapter 1448
Although Juan had never visited his son, it was uncommon for him to have not
abandoned him. The amount of money he paid to the psychiatric hospital every year
was worth millions of dollars.
Marco had someone to personally serve him in the psychiatric hospital. After all, his
father was the well- known Mr. Saldana —the hospital would definitely not treat him
badly, and he would surely not suffer while staying there. Marco’s mental illness was
congenital. Sometimes, he would act normally, but the onset would send him into a
rampage from time to time.
There was no other way but to place him in a psychiatric medical center and provide
him with quality food, drink, and treatment.
Nolan laughed. “What a pity.”
“But Mr. Saldana has another son.”
“Another son?”
Quincy remembered something. “Yes, Mrs. Saldana said that Mr. Saldana was quite a
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtplayboy in private back then. He had an extramarital affair with another woman when
Mrs. Saldana was pregnant, and the affair went on for six whole years. That woman
even secretly gave birth to a son to challenge Mrs.
Saldana’s position in the Saldanas.
“However, Mr. Saldana’s career was not as successful as it is now, and he still needed
to rely on Mrs.
Saldana’s connections to support his career. So, although the son his legal wife gave birth to has mental problems,
he still needed her support. As for his mistress and the illegitimate son, why would he care? He only paid her a huge
amount of money to drive her away.”
Nolan did not speak another word.
Quincy left the office and met Maisie and Saydie in the corridor. He smiled and moved forward. “Mrs.
Goldmann, you’ve come. Mr. Goldmann is in the office.”
Maisie asked Saydie to wait for her outside and pushed open the office door.
Nolan put down the documents, lifted his gaze, looked at the woman walking toward him, stretched his arms, and
took her into his arms. “Aren’t you busy?”
“Today is an exception.” Maisie wrapped her arms around his neck. “Our father’s birthday is just around the corner,
so I want to pick him a birthday present.”
Nolan paused for a split second and asked with a grin. “Don’t you give him a present every year during his
birthday?”
“Yes.” Maisie pinched the front of his shirt. “But I want to organize a huge party for him this year, so I can’t just buy
him the things that I used to buy in the past, right?”
He laughed out loud. “What a daughter-in-lawyou are.”
She gave off a smug scoff. “He’s been treating me like his biological daughter throughout all these years, so I can’t
just let his love for me be flushed down the drain, right? So, no matter what, I should be in charge of this year’s
birthday celebration, shouldn’t I?”
Nolan felt helpless and caressed her cheek with his fingertips. “You can do whatever you want.”
“But the present is an issue.” she hugged him coquettishly. “Hubbyyy! Please give me some ideas. I don’t want to
give him something twice. I want to give him something special this year! ”
Nolan held her in his arms, rubbed his chin against her hair, and the joy in his eyes almost overflowed. “ You can
also give him an old wife as a present.”
Maisie was at a loss for words.
‘Isn’t he afraid that his father will beat him to death?’
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a while, Maisie walked out of Nolan’s office. She lifted her head and saw Saydie
pressing Quincy against the wall.
Saydie clutched his hands with one hand and removed his glasses with the other hand.
Quincy looked as weak as a woman when he was standing next to Saydie. The huge
contrast surprised Maisie.
When Quincy saw Maisie, he exclaimed anxiously, “ Mrs. Goldmann, please save me!”
She sneered and walked over with her arms crossed. “ Did you provoke Saydie again?”
Saydie released him.
He took his glasses back, took out a handkerchief, and cleaned them. He wondered
what she ate when she was growing up—her strength was scary!
“I didn’t provoke her. she just doesn’t like me. That’s why she wants to practice her
martial arts with me.”
Saydie looked at him. “Do I look that idle? why would I find myself a weakling to
practice with?”
“A weakling?” Quincy choked on his own words and then laughed angrily. “I’m not a
weakling, okay? It’s just that I’m in charge of being the brain instead of the brawn
here!”
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