"Nancy, how co you have ti to co over?"
Nancy Miller knocked on the door and walked in. Miles Miller was sitting at his desk dealing with docunts. When he looked up and saw Nancy, he smiled.
Nancy usually wouldn’t co by, which left Miles feeling a bit surprised.
"And who is this..."
Miles quickly noticed Holly Sawyer beside Nancy. He looked at the unfamiliar girl and asked, puzzled.
He knew his daughter had a reserved personality and hardly any friends.
"My friend."
Nancy’s voice carried coldness and distance, as if the man before her wasn’t her father, but a stranger.
"Is there sothing you wanted, Nancy?"
Miles wore a smile on his face as he stood up and spoke.
Playing the part of a doting father.
"Don’t you find yourself fake?"
In front of Miles, Nancy never tried to play the role of a dutiful daughter; she only had indifference towards him.
Miles’s smile instantly beca stiff. "Nancy, there’s soone else here."
His gaze glanced at Holly and he spoke slowly.
In his eyes, Holly was unfamiliar, yet there seed to be a trace of familiarity he couldn’t quite place.
"If you weren’t guilty, why pay attention to such details?"
Nancy spoke bluntly.
She’d caught Miles and the woman he was supporting, along with their child, out shopping. Miles rely said lightly, "Nancy, I’ll talk to you about this later."
Ha, quite ironic.
Miles didn’t respond.
Holly’s eyes scanned the office; the décor was simple and had not significantly changed from before.
Though the family photo on the desk had changed from her and her mother to one with Nancy’s mother, and perhaps later, it beca a photo of them.
n indeed.
"Dad, I want to talk to you."
Nancy pulled out a chair for Holly to sit, and then she sat next to her, speaking softly.
Miles replied, "Alright."
"I hope you can send that woman and her child abroad, so they don’t appear in Bexley anymore."
Nancy tightly clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly.
In fact, divorce is the best option, but she didn’t want her mother to be sad, perhaps hiding it is the best choice.
Miles hung his head, saying nothing.
"She gave a son."
After a long silence, Miles finally spoke, his voice flat.
She gave a son.
These words hit Nancy like a bell, knocking around in her mind. She froze and looked up at Miles.
A son!
Miles may not like her, but if the reason was because of his daughter, she felt truly hurt.
There is always a difference between sons and daughters, isn’t there?
"So, you despise for being a daughter?"
Nancy spoke with sarcasm, her eyes filled with resentnt as she looked at Miles.
"Nancy, that’s not what I an."
Miles shook his head and began to explain.
"A son inherits the family, daughters are ultimately outsiders, right?"
Holly, who had been silent all along, spoke slowly.
Hmm, when her mother took her away, it was probably because she was a daughter, that’s why she left so decisively.
So Miles felt it made no difference, as it wasn’t a son anyway.
But now Holly found it quite ironic.
Miles choked, staring at Holly.
Holly’s voice was pleasing, reminiscent of soone in his mory, soft and warm, yet detached and cold.
The sound was distinctive, uniquely pleasant.
"Who are you?"
Miles frowned, looking at Holly.
Holly didn’t reply.
"She’s my friend."
Nancy said.
"You’re Cindy, aren’t you?"
Miles had been looking at Holly for a long ti, suddenly asking.
He looked at Holly, the more he looked, the more familiar her brows seed, connecting it to her voice, Miles was almost certain.
Holly tilted her head to look at Miles, remaining silent.
Nancy was stunned, a look of shock on her face. She turned her head to look at Holly, inspecting thoroughly.
"You resemble your mother quite a bit."
Miles comnted, his gaze at Holly gentle.
Holly’s mother was Rose Sawyer, a gentle woman just like her na suggested, yet in her gentleness, she possessed a backbone.
Upon discovering Miles’s involvent with Wendy Wright, she left without hesitation.
She could tolerate Wendy’s lingering presence in Miles’s heart, but not their affair post-marriage.
"Thank you for rembering ."
Holly slightly raised the corner of her lips, her smile particularly ironic, vivid yet cold to Miles.
After not seeing each other for over ten years, she certainly wasn’t the naive little girl he once knew; fortunate he still rembered her existence.
Her original na was Chloe Miller, later changed to Holly Sawyer.
Nancy abruptly stood up, staring at Holly in disbelief, her eyes full of questions.
Was Holly really her sister?
Was Holly actually Cindy?
So Holly had known her identity all along; then why did Holly remain silent...?
Nancy was utterly perplexed, unable to comprehend.
"Co over and let daddy take a look."
Miles wore a kind smile, truly resembling a doting father at this mont.
Holly tilted her head, her face indifferent, "I have no father."
She spoke each word clearly.
She had no father. Since leaving this house, she never had a father again, and her life without a dad was quite joyful. So she didn’t need a father.
Miles was stunned, "Cindy..."
"My na is Holly Sawyer."
Holly interrupted Miles, speaking slowly, her tone icy.
"Doing too many bad things will et with retribution."
Holly stood up, speaking coldly, then pulled the dazed Nancy along and left.
Today she ca to see Miles, not intending to hide her identity from him.
"Sister..."
Nancy was dragged along, taking a long ti to react, blinking as she tentatively queried.
So Holly truly was her sister?
Holly replied, "Yes."
"Approaching you was to see Miles, I apologize."
Holly sincerely apologized to Nancy.
Nancy shook her head.
"But I do quite like you."
Holly showed a smile, speaking slowly.
Nancy’s face broke into a sweet smile, "Really?"
She feared Holly wouldn’t like her because of Miles.
"Yes."
Holly nodded.
She only loathed Miles, no one else. Wendy Wright was not wrong, and neither was Nancy.
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