When She Unveils Identities
When She Unveils Identities By Zaylee CortéZ Chapter 192
Chapter 192 Time Is the Best Antidote
“I didn’t expect you to have Braden’s number.”
Shirley was a little surprised.
In her memory, Braden was cold and distant. He wasn’t a kind one. He usually wouldn’t give people. his phone number, not to mention help get someone a job.
Shirley thought, Roland is my uncle, so Braden is showing some special care.
As Roland called Braden, he said with pride, “That’s right. I am his elder. And we can be considered a family. He will still give me some face!”
Unfortunately, Roland was soon slapped in the face.
The phone rang for a long time. There was no one answering it. When he called again, the call was directly cut off.
Shirley crossed her arms and couldn’t help but laugh. “I can see that you really have a lot of faces!”
“Ahem, ahem!”
Roland coughed awkwardly and said, “He must be busy. He’s the president of a big company. He must be working on something. I will call him again at noon. Even if he refuses to give me face, he has to give you some, right?”
“Roland, let me remind you that I have been divorced from him for so many years. If you want Braden to help you, just go and ask him. Don’t use me as an excuse.”
Shirley’s tone was very serious.
“I understand. I understand. Sorry for speaking nonsense.”
Roland slapped himself twice and said humbly, “However, you have to let me treat you and Mr. Stewart to a meal today. For so many years, I have felt guilty for what you and your mother have suffered. I have changed. I want to live a stable life. I want to be a good father, a good husband, and a good uncle. If I don’t treat you to a meal, I will never be at ease for the rest of my life. Just help me for the sake of your mother, okay?”
Shirley said nothing.
She just sized up Roland.
She could see that her good for nothing uncle from before had changed a lot.
Before, he only wore clothes from famous brands, though he was poor Now, he dressed ordinarily
that he was working hard to
brother She treated Roland as a son. She hoped that Roland could achieve
he was afraid of being affected. But if he really changed, Shirley could consider forgiving
“Shirley, do you still have feelings for Mr. Stewart? So you don’t dare
I
“Yes!”
are always like this. A man and a woman break up, then they get back together
see him. If that were the case, I would help you two get back together. Anyway, I could
reasonable, and Shirley could not refute him for
suddenly felt that she was too petty, so she shrugged
I can do it.”
later. She had better be more natural. And she
pedant to
mother will be happy to see you back. Especially Mollie. You are her idol. She always talks about you and often urges me to come to
be 18 years
days ago. Her wish was to have you come back. I didn’t expect that her wish would come
to see
Roland’s only daughter. She liked
past few years, there seemed to be something wrong with Roland’s brain. He didn’t allow Mollie to
the east of the city. It
but warm.
Shirley entered the room, Roland’s wife, Serena Otway, was picking vegetables in the kitchen. Mollie
out quickly Let’s
a smile on his
and Mollie were shocked when they saw Shirley
I have been looking forward to
have you been these years? Daddy goes to wait for you in your parents‘ tomb every year He said that no matter where you went, you
have grown up. You were still a little girl when
old this year She was
long time
Shirley greeted Serena politely.
“Hello!”
wiped her hands on the apron. She said, “Good
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