A Cue For Happiness

Chapter 115 Clean Her Body

“Please don’t tell me you’re a fan of hers.” Clayton scoffed before saying calmly, “Then again, you do look like someone with bad taste when it comes to fangirling over celebrities.”

Xavian chimed in, “Clayton is right, Mr. Morin. If you are indeed her fan, you should know that she can get canceled anytime in the future, so don’t put all your eggs in one basket.”

Despite the children’s advice, Billy knew the Bowers family would still provide financial support for Yara even if her career failed.

After all, she was still the mother of the Bowers family’s great-grandchildren, Franklin and Sophia.

“Cancelled? You guys are overthinking things.” Billy grinned and continued, “That will never happen…”

“We’ll see, Mr. Morin,” Clayton replied nonchalantly. “I believe that nothing is impossible.”

He was confident that the tables could turn for anyone at a moment’s notice because his mother told him so, and she was a woman of her words.

At the hospital entrance, Yara glanced at the plate number of the Rolls-Royce. She felt a sense of familiarity washing over her but couldn’t figure out why.

as he

he had ordered her to leave, she found herself returning to the hospital

these years, she treated Samuel as though he was her husband because all she ever

into a romantic one, Samuel remained aloof toward other women. Thus, Yara believed she could someday win his heart and become the Bowers family’s

things; she caused Samuel and the children

approached Natalie’s ward, she

room 1802 did a lot of good deeds

he even helped

having a good marriage depends on one’s fate, and

1802? That’s Natalie’s

upon learning that Samuel had helped Natalie wash

once has Samuel treated me with the care he willingly gives to Natalie, not even when I got sick or hurt in the past years. No matter how much I pouted or coquettishly asked for his attention, he would only ever give me a cold response like, “Go see a doctor

boundless affection and patience for Natalie, a raging hurricane broke out in her chest.

She’s like a stubborn old stain that’s impossible to erase! This won’t do. I can’t just sit idly by and wait for things to turn

on her heel and