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

returned to her bedroom, she took a bottle of red wine out of the wine cabinet,

the door, she walked over, opened the door,

pipe in his mouth, and the smell of tobacco sobered her up a lot. He was smoking,

both

of wine. I'd like to drink with you," Jason said, took the pipe out of

a glass for him. Seeing him about to drain the

my red wine is not as strong as your whisky, but

Jason

in, paused for a moment, opened it, and appreciated the

caressed the specially made paper

red wine and said, "Can you imagine

raised her head, widened her eyes, and asked, "A

expert, so she could see the painter's skills were immature although it was a good painting. She had

stunned for a moment before asking, "Did

for a long time. He hesitated at first and then

ago. The painter was ten years old back then, so he or she must have grown

He started it at ten

No wonder it had a feeling of

Where is he now? Is

and most people could not understand them. So, the practitioners usually lived in seclusion without disclosing their real

to know who had completed such a

her with his brooding eyes with a

He had passed away?

nerve thumping in her head as

at the painting again, the people in it

faintly smiled at her and

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