Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations-Chapter 1001: This Eccentric Mother and Daughter
"Sean, when will you be back?"
Joan coaxed her, "Mom wants to have a good talk with you, it’s important to distinguish right from wrong and not deny someone entirely because of one thing."
"I know you love him!" Sean Dalton seemed a bit impatient, "But does he love you? Stop deceiving yourself! Others may not know what your relationship is like, but I surely do."
Her daughter’s words felt like a sharp knife, deeply piercing Joan Graham’s heart!
Piercing it so it bled profusely, leaving Joan at a loss for words.
After a brief silence...
"Mom, if you want to gather more evidence, you can hire a detective, there’s no need to exert yourself."
Sean Dalton was adamant that there was something fishy between the two, "Once we have the evidence, we can negotiate whether it’s with Mia Lane or Dad, after all, they’re the ones at fault."
She added, "As long as Dad is willing to change his mind, things can return to normal once the cooperation with The Kingston Group ends, and Mia Lane can’t cling to our company forever."
In dealing with matters of the heart, Joan was less experienced than Sean Dalton.
After all, Sean Dalton was an actress, what roles hasn’t she played?
Each drama is a piece of life.
After the call ended, Joan realized she needed to gather more evidence to be convincing.
But should she really hire a detective to follow her husband?
If David Garcia knew about this, he’d certainly be even angrier, wouldn’t he?
Joan was torn inside, taking a taxi back to the Dalton family home.
She looked out at the bustling night view through the window and couldn’t forget the scene she had just witnessed in the office.
Was he planning to buy her cake every day?
Back home.
"Madam..." Butler Warren looked at the bowl of chicken soup, noticing she didn’t look well, "Didn’t see Mr. Dalton?"
Joan’s tone was indifferent, "Don’t tell him I went to the company." After speaking, she turned and went upstairs.
Watching her back, Butler Warren immediately understood that something must have happened.
Joan went upstairs, took a bath, deliberately wore a strategically chosen nightgown, and sat with a glass of red wine by the floor-to-ceiling window, waiting for the car lights, waiting for him to return.
Eight o’clock, nine o’clock, ten o’clock...
She waited for three hours, drinking one glass of wine after another, not sleepy at all, slightly drunk and slightly sauced, determined to wait for him to come back.
She loved him, she wanted to win his heart back.
The Dalton Group.
Receiving a call from Justin Kingston, Mia Lane said, "Alright, I’ll come down right away."
"Are you about to leave work?" At his desk, David Garcia seemed a bit reluctant.
"Yes." Mia Lane was tidying her design drafts, "Just finished chatting with you, his timing is just perfect, thank you for your hard work, I heard you never work overtime."
"From today onwards, I’ll be working overtime every day." David Garcia said kindly, tidying his desk as well, "Seeing you all, I’ve regained my youthful drive."
They chatted as they walked out, entering the elevator together.
Both knew each other’s identity but didn’t reveal it.
This emotion hidden in the heart, this urgency suppressed for 20 years, it’s really not easy to control, thinking about it deeply, their eyes would always have a veil of tears.
But then they’d smile to cover it up.
After just two days of interaction, David Garcia felt his daughter hadn’t changed much.
She was still so kind, so cheerful, her eyes still hid stars.
The two walked out of the elevator, out of the company lobby.
Justin Kingston, in a black tailored shirt, possessed an elegant, tall, and handsome presence tonight, his demeanor incredibly gentle, every button and bow tie exuding meticulous elegance.
Casually leaning against the passenger side, the car door already opened.
Seeing the father and daughter come out, he straightened his posture.
"Goodbye, President Dalton." Mia Lane stopped to say goodbye to David Garcia, waving her hand, "I’m leaving first!"
