Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 425 Malcom, have you been well all these years?

Chapter 425: Chapter 425 Malcom, have you been well all these years?

Malcom Moore was shocked.

How did this girl know his mom had passed away?

Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, the girl continued, "Since you’re awake now, I should be leaving."

Saying this, she tried to stand up.

However, because Malcom Moore had pulled her to sit on the ground all night, her legs were numb.

She barely stood up before falling back onto the ground.

Looking at Malcom Moore, she smiled awkwardly, "My legs are numb."

Finishing her sentence, she paused and stood up again.

At this moment, Malcom Moore finally recovered some fragmented memories from last night’s drunken haze.

Malcom Moore looked at the girl and uncertainly asked, "Did you stay with me here all night?"

The girl nodded, "Mm-hmm. It’s not safe for you to drink here alone like this. What if you encountered bad people?"

After saying this, she looked at Malcom Moore and gently advised, "You’d better not do this again in the future."

Malcom Moore didn’t respond, but instead asked her, "Is it okay for you to have stayed here with me all night? Wouldn’t your family be worried if they couldn’t find you?"

The reason for asking was that Malcom Moore didn’t want to cause too much trouble for the girl.

Having drunk too much and forced her to ’chat’ with him all night was trouble enough, so if needed, he could accompany her home and explain things to her family.

However, as soon as Malcom asked the question, the girl’s bright eyes suddenly dimmed.

Soon after, she smiled.

Her smile was somewhat sorrowful, inexplicably tightening Malcom Moore’s heart.

She smiled at Malcom Moore and said indifferently, "It’s alright, I don’t have any family."

...

From then on, they got to know each other.

Later, they naturally ended up together.

She was his first love, and he was hers.

He clearly remembered that she used to snuggle into his arms, smiling radiantly as she pinched his nose and said, "Malcom, I have no relatives, you’re all I have in this life, you cannot leave me no matter what! Because without you, in this world, I would once again be all alone."

Back then, he also nodded in agreement, "Rest assured, no matter when, I will always be your family."

This was the promise he made to her all those years ago.

Even if they couldn’t be lovers, or fulfill the promise of always being family, he couldn’t treat her as a stranger or an enemy, right?

After all, in those years, she warmed his heart.

Now, towards her, he neither loves nor hates.

Since he has nothing to hide, what’s the harm in going to see her?

Moreover, she is lonely here, and now she has had an accident. Her so-called best friend is unreliable...

Thinking of this, Malcom Moore walked out of the study room. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

He went to the bedroom, changed out of his pajamas, left his apartment, and drove directly to the hospital.

Malcom Moore didn’t call Ivy Wood, and after asking for Grace Quarters’ room at the nurse’s station, he walked in without any hesitation.

Under the slightly dim light, Grace Quarters was asleep on the hospital bed.

Her face was even thinner and paler than when she left six years ago.

Every time he saw her face before, he couldn’t help but feel aching, always wondering how he could fatten her up a bit, how he could make her complexion look better.

But now, seeing this even thinner face, which once influenced his life’s decisions for years, his heart was indifferent, entirely without the tenderness of the past...

Seemingly sensing someone had entered, Grace Quarters slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing the tall and handsome silhouette of the man standing by her bed, Grace Quarters asked in disbelief, "Malcom, is that you? You came to see me?"

Malcom Moore nodded and spoke in a deep voice, "It’s me."

He looked at Grace Quarters and continued calmly, "I heard you came back and then had an accident, so I came to see you. How are you, are you okay?"

"I’m fine, really," Grace Quarters said quickly, trying to sit up immediately.

Her movement was too quick and she hit the wound on her leg.

"Ouch!" Grace Quarters couldn’t help but cry out in pain, and her partially raised body leaned towards the side of the bed.

"Be careful!" Malcom Moore reached out to stabilize Grace Quarters.

As he drew nearer, a refreshing and pleasant male scent instantly entered Grace Quarters’ nostrils.

Grace Quarters’ heart immediately began to race.

She looked up at the man.

He had become more handsome.

Six years ago, he was handsome and charming.

Now, he exuded a mature appeal, his whole being brimmed with an alluring male hormonal aura.

With a man like this, no wonder every woman in River City wants to marry him.

"I’m fine, really," Grace Quarters said weakly as she looked at Malcom Moore with a pale face, "Malcom, I was just accidentally scratched by a car on my leg. You know I faint at the sight of blood, and when I saw the blood on my leg, I passed out..."

"Let’s get you seated first, and then talk." With Malcom Moore’s help, Grace Quarters sat upright.

Malcom Moore’s voice was as gentle as ever.

But it lacked warmth, bearing a distinct detachment.

Grace Quarters’ eyes instantly dimmed.

She bowed her head, not daring to look at Malcom Moore, afraid he might notice her change, "Malcom, how have you been all these years?"

"Mm, fairly well," Malcom Moore said indifferently, looking at Grace Quarters as he continued, "It’s good to hear you’re okay. I’ve already paid for the hospital expenses; take good care of yourself here, and if there’s anything you need, let me know."

Grace Quarters suddenly raised her head, "Malcom, are you leaving already?"

"Mm." Malcom Moore looked at Grace Quarters, his voice still distant, "As you don’t have family here, I came to check in personally. Since you’re fine, I should be going."

Grace Quarters stared at Malcom Moore with resignation, "Malcom, are you getting engaged?"

Malcom Moore did not hide it, and candidly admitted, "Yes, I am getting engaged."

Grace Quarters looked at Malcom Moore, "Malcom, do you... love her?"

"Love!" Malcom Moore answered firmly, without the slightest hesitation.

Grace Quarters’ eyelashes drooped down, shielding her wounded eyes.

She bowed her head, suppressing her urge to cry, softly speaking, "That’s good. Malcom, I wish you happiness!"

"Thank you, I will." Malcom Moore looked at the girl, bidding farewell, "Take care and rest well, I’m leaving."

After he spoke, Malcom Moore turned his heel to leave.

Just as Malcom Moore turned away, Grace Quarters suddenly spoke up, "Malcom, I’m sorry for what happened six years ago..."

Malcom Moore’s footsteps halted.

For six years, all he heard was her apology.

Six years ago, she never told him the reason she had to leave.