Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 424: At that time, she silently entered his life...

Chapter 424: Chapter 424: At that time, she silently entered his life...

Malcom Moore’s face turned cold, and his voice suddenly chilled, "What’s up?"

"Yes." Ivy Wood tightly gripped her phone, speaking softly: "Young Master Morris, Grace has come back."

Upon hearing this name he hadn’t heard in a long time, Malcom Moore couldn’t help but pause.

Grace Quarters?

Haha, she finally decided to return.

But what does it matter if she’s back; he no longer needs her desperately like before.

Malcom Moore replied coldly, "What does it matter to me if she’s back? Why did you call? If it’s just to say these useless words, then I’ll hang up..."

"Young Master Morris, please don’t hang up." Fearing Malcom Moore might really disconnect the call, Ivy Wood hurriedly continued, "Grace was hit by a car today and is still unconscious in the hospital. Young Master Morris, could you come see her?"

"No, I already have a girlfriend now, and we’re about to get engaged soon. My fiancée gets jealous easily; I don’t want any misunderstandings." Without hesitation, Malcom Moore directly coldly refused.

Ivy Wood was speechless.

Isn’t it just recently that Young Master Morris met his current girlfriend?

How could he be so emotionally attached to her that he could coldly refuse his first love, who has been in a car accident?

Didn’t Young Master Morris love Grace deeply before?

Didn’t he waste six whole years over her?

"Young Master Morris, you know that Grace doesn’t have any family in River City; she has no one else to rely on but you. She returned for you this time. Before she fell unconscious, she called your name." Ivy Wood softly shared Grace Quarters’ situation, hoping to touch Malcom Moore’s emotions enough to make him appear.

Malcom Moore still refused, "Isn’t Ivy there? Aren’t you her best friend? You should be able to take care of her."

Ivy Wood was at a loss for words.

She held the microphone, directly asking, "Young Master Morris, are you still upset about Grace leaving you all those years ago?"

Malcom Moore’s eyes, dark as night, turned suddenly cold, "The past is long behind us, and I’ve forgotten it."

Realizing Malcom Moore still resented the past, Ivy Wood immediately said, "Young Master Morris, you can’t blame Grace. She didn’t want to leave you back then; she had her reasons. She loves you! Young Master Morris, I beg you, just come and see Grace. She’s now..."

Malcom Moore laughed coldly, "Ha, reasons? What kind of reason would make her resolutely leave, and for six years at that? Hmm?"

Ivy Wood: "..."

Grace’s reasons were something she couldn’t reveal.

Whether for Grace or for herself, Ivy Wood dared not speak up.

When Ivy Wood stayed silent, Malcom Moore continued coldly, "After leaving for so long, why come back now? She’s only my ex-girlfriend to me now, and nothing more. To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, I will not go see her."

Having said all this, Malcom Moore then directly hung up the phone.

Though the call had ended, his previously good mood plummeted because of it...

Six years, a whole six years had elapsed.

He thought she’d never return, yet she did.

Haha, what does it matter if she’s back?

When Malcom Moore needed her, she didn’t return.

Now that he has someone he loves and no longer needs her, she is merely a part of his past.

That’s what he told himself.

Yet Ivy Wood’s call still affected him.

Even as he reminded himself that she was just part of the past and he had Luna now, and none of this should concern him, he couldn’t help but start to zone out on the documents before him.

Hit by a car and unconscious?

Is it really that severe?

Perhaps Grace Quarters was just a youthful dream for Malcom Moore.

Or maybe she was his teenage obsession, the first girl to move his heart and hurt him the deepest.

That’s why, over the years, he couldn’t let it go and wasted six years on her, maintaining the image of a playboy frequenting the ladies.

But he was clear about his feelings now; the one he loves is Luna, and only Luna.

Yet the past... Grace’s unwavering departure without reason left him with a mystery he couldn’t solve.

Should he untangle the events of six years ago now?

Even if he did, would it matter?

The past is already gone.

That year, he couldn’t keep her; she left willfully.

Now he has Luna.

Even if everything was untangled and her departure was truly out of necessity, as Ivy Wood claimed, he couldn’t just get back together with her.

He waited for her for six years, and she didn’t return.

Though she’s back now, it’s ultimately too late...

No longer able to focus on work, Malcom Moore simply closed the file.

He stood from his desk and walked to the wide floor-to-ceiling window.

Standing there alone, looking at the boundless night outside, Malcom Moore couldn’t help but recall his past with Grace Quarters; the entire journey of their acquaintance, understanding, and love.

The year they met, he was 16, and she was only 15.

That day was both the anniversary of his mother’s death and his birthday.

Feeling miserable, after paying respects to his mother, he bought a lot of beer from a store not far from the cemetery, found a quiet place, and drank cup after cup.

He wasn’t very good at drinking yet.

Predictably, his poor drinking skills led him to get extremely drunk.

He wanted to get drunk that day; only by being drunk could he not feel so much pain.

What surprised him, though, was in his drunken state, he grabbed a girl, pulling her along as he wept and ranted all night.

The girl he grabbed was Grace Quarters.

The next day, when a 16-year-old Malcom Moore woke up from his hangover, an exceptionally pleasing voice first reached his ears, "You’re awake?"

Following the sound, Malcom Moore saw a girl, a very beautiful girl.

The girl was thin, seemingly malnourished.

Her eyes were large, as if they contained a dazzling galaxy.

And her voice was gentle, inexplicably warming his heart.

Malcom Moore was stunned.

Who was this girl?

Did they know each other?

Seeing Malcom Moore silent, the girl continued to speak with concern, "You drank a lot yesterday, didn’t you? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere now?"

Malcom Moore shook his head blankly, "No."

"That’s good." The girl smiled joyfully.

Looking at Malcom Moore, she gently said, "If your mother saw her son so handsome, she would certainly be happy! You’re lucky to have such a loving mom; you should let yourself be happy every day, so your mother watching over you from the sky can be happy too."