Chapter 921: Queenie’s Secret
In the room were so shelves, on which were placed so boxes containing all sorts of treasures.
On the innermost wall hung an enshrined black and white photo.
In the photo was a woman in her twenties. She had a bright smile on her face, but everyone knew that this woman had been dead for many years.
Queenie walked forward. As she did, her hips swayed from side to side, as did the red wine glass in her hand.
She went up to the photo, and then, poured the red wine onto the ground.
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“Daddy, have you not been watching my live-streams lately? You haven’t been tipping at all! Sponsor Grandpa has beco the No. 1 patron now.”
Cherry stretched out her chubby fingers and showed off while speaking coquettishly in her young and tender voice, “Grandpa and I make video calls every day! But you disappeared for a month and didn’t look for even once! Cherry is mad!”
After speaking, she placed her hands on her hips and turned her back to Justin. Her big dark eyes, though, were darting left and right erratically.
Justin rubbed his daughter’s head and said, “I’ve been busy with sothing really important. What can I do to appease Cherry?”
Cherry blinked and then grinned at him. “Help get my ga account back! If you make it one without a ti limit, I won’t be mad at you anymore! Otherwise, Cherry will be really sad because she’s thinking of you every day but doesn’t have gas to kill ti with!”
Cherry had ADHD in the past, so Nora had allowed her to play gas.
But Nora had recently noticed that Cherry’s two elder brothers’ presence had helped her overco the disorder, so Nora had disabled her unlimited access ga account.
It wasn’t advisable for minors to play gas for too many hours a day.
But because Cherry liked the ga, she had pestered Justin to remove the ti limit on the account, which Nora changed back later.
As a result, Cherry could only play for an hour a day.
Upon hearing what Cherry said, a pampering look filled Justin’s eyes and he said, “You not only say that you’re mad at but also that you miss a lot, but in the end, it’s all just for the ga account, isn’t it?”
Cherry turned around and wheedled cutely, “But I’m really bored. After playing for an hour, I spend the remaining 23 hours missing you!”
“What nonsense.”
Next to her, Pete exposed her lie straightaway. “You still have to sleep for ten hours a day!”
Cherry: “?”
She raised her chin. “I miss Daddy in my dreams when I sleep!”
Pete went on and said dryly, “But what you said in your sleep was: ‘Team battle ti! Go! Wipe! Wipe!”
“…Even so, there are still thirteen hours left for to miss Daddy!” retorted Cherry.
From the side, Xander also said, “You always take your sweet ti when you eat, so you take at least four hours to finish all three als a day.”
Cherry: “?”
“I-I think about Daddy when I eat!”
Xander said, “But what you said was: ‘Now that I don’t have gas to play, even the food doesn’t taste good anymore. Why isn’t the day over yet? I wanna play gas…'”
“…”
“Oh, you also spend four hours watching other people’s live-streams…”
“You also spend ti savoring every detail of the team battle and ramble at for two hours, and then at Xander for another two…”
“You also spend ti regretting that you didn’t diss others in a wittier manner when you were playing…”
“You also spend ti pestering Mommy to release the child restrictions for you…”
“You also…”
Her two elder brothers thoroughly exposed her.
Cherry’s eyes were damp with tears. “Pete! Xander! You two are horrible!”
Pete said, “Stop playing gas and do so Mathematical Olympiad practice instead!”
Xander said, “Or co and study dissection with ? Human anatomy is very interesting…”
“…”
Justin couldn’t bear to see his precious daughter being bullied. He picked up Cherry and said, “Is that how the two of you should be treating your younger sister? Alright, hush, Cherry…”
“Can Daddy remove the child restrictions for then?”
“I’ll have to ask your mom about that…”
“…”
Nora stood at the side. As she listened to the four of them chit-chat, she raised her head and looked at the upper floor.
That mysterious room had been opened, and her aunt was inside.
No one knew what she was looking at.
As Nora thought back to what Trueman had said, she heaved a silent sigh.
Her aunt always said that she would let Nora see the things in that room when the ti was right, and when that happened, her aunt’s identity would also be revealed. But when would it ever be the ti?
While Nora was musing, her cell phone suddenly rang. When she answered, Ian’s voice ca from the other end.
“Nora, I think I know who your aunt is!”
Nora’s pupils shrank. “Who is she?”
“I’m about to board my flight. I’ll tell you when I get there.”
When he got here?
Ian was flying over? For Ian to beco so excited that he would co over in person, just who on earth was Queenie??
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