Love Is Fair

Chapter 370

Chapter 370 They Are of the Same Kind

When Wade saw Hailey's angry eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

Jalen nudged him, took a step forward, and said with a smile, "Hailey, don’t be angry. We don't mean to impose moral coercion on you. I just hope you can think about Owen's will.’

I won't go back.” Hailey remained expressionless when she said, We have divorced, so I don't have the right. Lily, see off the guests!"

Not wanting to say one more word, she stepped upstairs.

Wade and Jalen felt frustrated. They had failed to achieve their goal but had offended Hailey, so their face turned sullen.

Benson wrinkled up his nose in dissatisfaction and said, "Uncle Wade, your words were too harsh. No wonder Hailey got angry.

We are asking her for help, but your attitude is too bad. Aren't you asking for a snub?"

Wade was speechless.

"Benson is right. Dad, Hailey does not owe us anything. Owen left so many things to her in his will, but she has never asked for them. It is you that felt anxious and afraid she will take them away.”

Bob also defended Hailey and accused his father, saying, ‘After you begged her to accept them, she refused. It is embarrassing."

Wade could not believe they were blaming him together.

Shut up! Do you think we're feeling happy now?" Jalen rolled his eyes at them. Hailey had lost much weight and looked tired, so he felt uncomfortable. She was only in her twenties, so he wondered whether they were pushing her too hard. He then said,

“Let's go back first.”

Wade frowned, Why? They haven't agreed yet!"

Jalen said, "Even if we beg them here for another three days, they will not agree. Let's go back and try to figure out a way out.”

men left in

her bedroom, she took a bottle of red wine out of the wine cabinet, poured a glass for herself, raised

was a knock on the door, she

and the smell of tobacco sobered her up a

both in a

with you," Jason

a glass for him. Seeing him about to drain the glass

is not as strong as your whisky, but

Jason took

a moment, opened it, and appreciated the

the specially made

sip of the red wine and said, "Can you imagine this painting was drawn made by

head, widened her eyes,

could be said to be an expert, so she could see the painter's skills were immature although it was a good painting. She had guessed the painter was young but had not expected him or her to be only ten years

moment before asking, "Did Donald tell you who

first and then refused to tell me. He did not tell me

her eyes, pondered for a while, and said, "This painting was drawn many years ago. The painter

He drew this painting more than ten years ago. He started it at ten and finished it when he was fifteen. It took him five years to draw

because she had not expected the painting had taken the man five years. No wonder it had a feeling of vicissitudes. But even when he

Where is he now? Is he

painting businesses. It was not a glamorous profession, and most people could not understand them. So, the practitioners usually lived in seclusion without disclosing their

know

deeply stared at her with his brooding eyes with a regretful look and said, He

He had passed away?

looked into her grandfather's desolate eyes. She felt a nerve thumping in her head as if intending

lowered her head to look at the painting again, the people in it who were laughing, shouting, or crying

at her and said gently,

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