"Baby, how did you get the wounds on your head and arm? Does it hurt?" Patrick asked Quentin.

Adriana noticed that Quentin was wounded, and some places were even bandaged.She quickly bent down and pulled him over gently to ask.She was distressed, and it was evident.

"It doesn't hurt.The pretty lady has already bandaged it for me.Besides, this injury is nothing for a man!"

Quentin said in an unmistakable and firm voice.

Patrick's demands for Quentin were exceptionally stringent.

Over time, Quentin developed the same personality as Patrick when he was a child.

Although he was patient and independent, he never showed weakness quickly.

And people with this kind of personality usually felt very cynical in their hearts.

Patrick did not want his child to repeat the same mistake he had made.

Nevertheless, the trajectory of destiny had always been so similar.

Patrick patted Quentin's head.His fingers stroked the wound on Quentin's forehead unconsciously.

Then, he thought, 'The way his wound is bandaged is very familiar, very similar to the way that woman bandaged it' 

"Come on, get in the car, and let's go eat."

It was the path of solace between father and son.

There was no need to communicate too much verbally.

Although Adriana did not understand, she saw the smile on her son's face and no longer looked into it.

All three got in the car, and the Rolls-Royce quickly hit the road.

There were many vehicles on the road as it was rush hour.

The car sometimes sped up and sometimes slowed down until they reached the bus stop.

Quentin was sitting in the middle of his parents and was looking around.

Suddenly, he saw Emma and her mother standing next to the bus stop sign and shouted, "Dad, mom, look! That's the beautiful lady who helped me and bandaged my wounds!"

He pointed outside.

The two followed Quentin's finger and only caught a flash passing by.

I can't

where Sophia

again, and soon, the car started again and slid into

at the school entrance in a hurry.She saw the same car at the bus

movements, and she looked back at Sophia.She wanted to know what had happened to her because

did you see any bad

also very nervous and looked around frantically.She didn't even dare

was only then, when she saw the Rolls-Royce drive away, that Sophia let out a sigh of relief.She tidied up her hair and concealed her worry, "No, the sunlight was

opened her mouth with exaggeration and pointed at the sunlight on their

this side seems to

you think I am as easy to deceive as

mother and daughter were silent for

knew that she

she had secretly kept this child, she did not

bond with him and his family, that was why he had

would have to change Emma's

cost of Emma's enrollment in this kindergarten was slightly cheaper, there was no way

so rich; how can we let our children come to such an

and said, "Didn't grandmother always tell us that even if we have money, we have to save

are right.You have your grandma's

Emma's

heavy as they

they arrived home, Sophia was stressed that she ate a

Fiona helped me get will start today.Next time, after you come back to pick up Emma, eat.You don't have to wait for me every

bag, put on her

already paid for the second half of Emma's kindergarten tuition

the house.She shook her head, picked up a slice of pork, and put it

"Emma, eat well.”

up, don't be like your mother Maria said.Emma made a salute gesture and said

took a cab to Golden Pavillion.She went

was the building manager and head of the

service area.You are responsible for the housekeeper service from seven to midnight.There is only one private room on this floor, and it is

the name implied, the housekeeper service was responsible for all the services of the guests in the private

was

long time, but the smile on his face was not as peaceful

first night of Sophia's shift, this floor was reserved by

a wealthy

'Why do so many rich people celebrate their birthdays today?' At seven

was well-trained and

attitude was

over a few bills to the parking

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