Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 420: Alston, I am your brother...

Without giving Ivy Wood a chance to speak, Grace Quarters continued coldly, "Now that you see Malcom is going to marry another woman, you’re in a hurry. Since you’re so capable, you should go and snatch him, just like you did to me back then, threatening me, using all your abilities to take him away!"

Ivy Wood: "..."

What happened back then was indeed her fault.

She shouldn’t have threatened Grace for her own selfish reasons, shouldn’t have believed that because she loved Malcom, Grace was no longer worthy of him, and forced Grace to leave River City.

But what could she do?

She had fallen in love with Malcom.

She couldn’t control herself at all!

Ivy looked at Grace, her eyes filled with pain, "Grace, it was my fault back then. I don’t ask for anything else, just that Malcom could return to your side. You were my best friend, and what happened back then was my wrongdoing. Just as you said, all these years, Malcom never once looked at me directly... Rather than seeing him engaged to another girl, I wish he would marry you, so I could feel some peace."

Remembering the past and her forced departure, Grace Quarters began to tremble uncontrollably.

She looked at Ivy, a sarcastic smile forming, "Malcom has his own life, and none of us can change that. If he truly loves that girl and wants to get engaged to her, I will bless them."

After speaking, Grace stood up to leave.

Ivy looked at her and finally asked, "Grace, are you really willing to accept this?"

Grace turned back, giving a miserable smile, "What if I’m not willing? Six years have passed since I missed him, and those years were enough for him to forget me."

Having said that, Grace turned and walked away.

Watching Grace’s desolate figure, Ivy suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her heart.

Grace was once her best friend, her confidante, but because she fell in love with Grace’s boyfriend, and because she had an opportunity, a chance to threaten Grace, to make Grace leave that man, she plunged into an abyss she couldn’t escape from.

But now, seeing Grace like this, she suddenly felt she might have been wrong!

She had fought for so long, struggled for so long, but could never get close to that man, always maintaining a stranger-like relationship, and now that man was about to get engaged to another woman.

After doing that to Grace back then, she had never had a single day of ease.

Betraying her best confidante, forcing her best friend to leave, had turned into an unresolved issue in her heart.

Yet, if she were to redo the things from six years ago, to have another chance to choose, she would still make the same choice as before.

...

Y Country.

More than half a month ago, upon learning that Melody Parker had narrowly escaped death and hurt her eyes in Whitehill while looking for Tannis, Neal Galan hurriedly rushed to Whitehill.

Because he couldn’t stop worrying about Melody Parker, and because Whitehill was her homeland, he had to go there, had to see Melody safe and sound with his own eyes so he could be at ease.

But he never reached Whitehill as he wished.

That day, he boarded a plane heading to Whitehill.

However, soon after the plane took off, he fell asleep...

But when he woke up, he wasn’t in Whitehill.

This was a seaside three-story villa, from the outside it looked like just another ordinary villa, but inside, it was decorated with extreme luxury.

A luxurious and grand living room, a splendid ceiling, shimmering pillars, and red-brown solid wood floors... every inch of the villa’s decor and furnishings was meticulous and priceless.

In the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa lay a man, quiet as a painting, on the bed.

This man had handsome features, attractive contours, and lay quietly there, with long and curly eyelashes covering his dark and deep eyes.

His nose was high and straight, his lips perfectly shaped, and even lying there quietly, he exuded nobility and elegance...

This painting-like man was Neal Galan, who intended to go to Whitehill, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, a series of questions flashed through his mind.

Where is this?

How did I end up here?

Wasn’t I supposed to be on the plane?

He clearly remembered that he had boarded the plane to go to Whitehill to find Melody and the kids!

How did I sleep and end up here?

Without any hesitation, Neal Galan pulled off the covers and got out of bed.

Outside, the sky was nearing dusk. With his whole body feeling weak, Neal Galan exerted great effort to move his legs off the bed.

He sat at the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor, looking up towards the balcony.

With this move, a tall figure standing upright on the balcony immediately came into his view.

Seeing the figure, Neal became visibly shocked, his expression instantly turning dark and frightening.

Oliver Nash, it turned out to be him!

Heh, did he really think he wouldn’t kill him?

Daring to knock him out, bringing him from the plane to this place!

As if sensing the commotion inside, or perhaps feeling Neal’s intimidating gaze, the man on the balcony slowly turned around.

Seeing Neal seated at the bedside, the man displayed a gentle smile, "Alston, you’re awake?"

The man said as he stepped inside.

His eyes did not hide the warmth he felt towards Neal, looking at Neal with tenderness, "Alston, you must be hungry after sleeping for so long, what would you like to eat? I can now..."

"Oliver Nash, you really dare!" Neal Galan spoke through clenched teeth, interrupting Oliver’s unfinished sentence.

He glared at Oliver with extreme dislike, questioning in a cold voice laced with ice, "Was it you who knocked me out and brought me here? Tell me, what exactly are your intentions?!"

Faced with Neal’s fury, disgust, and even repulsion, Oliver kept a calm and measured demeanor.

With a warm gaze at Neal, he spoke in a gentle voice, "Alston, what intentions could I have towards you? I simply don’t want you to go to Whitehill, don’t want you to get entangled with that woman again. Alston, you have to believe, whatever I do, it’s for your own good!"

"Oh, not let?" Neal mocked as he looked at Oliver coldly, "Oliver, who do you think you are! What gives you the right to say it’s for my own good? And by what right are you stopping me? Hmm?"

Oliver looked hurt.

He looked at Neal and spoke slowly, "Alston, I’m your brother!"

"You are not!" Neal looked at Oliver with disdain, "Don’t mention those two words to me again, you’re not worthy! I am the only son of the Galan Estate, I’ve never had a brother! And Oliver, you only make me sick!"

With those words, not waiting for Oliver to respond, he continued coldly, "Now, let me leave, and I can overlook this matter! Otherwise..."