But Stanley remembered when Jessica had just returned to the country. She had her eye on a Chanel handbag, and he had Zayn buy it for her. Zayn delivered the bag to Imperial Garden, where Wendy happened to see it.
Wendy’s face lit up with joy as she admired the bag, her eyes crinkling in a smile.
“This bag is beautiful,” she said.
She seemed to really like it.
Stanley replied, “She likes Chanel bags.”
Nathan smirked, “Bags, huh? That’s easy. Thanks for the tip.”
At that moment, Benny walked in. “Stanley, Nathan, you guys are here!”
Nathan glanced at Benny. “Benny, aren’t you supposed to be at the Crones‘ residence?”
“Yeah, I did. And 1 even ran into Wendy and her adoptive father. Stanley, Nathan, you wouldn’t believe it–Wendy actually rejected her adoptive father! She didn’t even recognize him as her father.”
Benny recounted everything that had happened at the Crones‘ residence.
“Nathan, how could you still have feelings for Wendy? She doesn’t deserve you. Now that you know her true colors, you can see what she really is–a shallow, materialistic, and heartless woman!”
Benny’s frustration was evident.
Nathan frowned. He turned to Stanley, asking, “Stanley, what’s the deal with Wendy and her adoptive father?”
“I’m not really sure,” Stanley answered.
Nathan, unconvinced, looked at Benny. “Sometimes what you see with your own eyes isn’t the whole truth. I don’t believe Wendy’s really that heartless. There must be some misunderstanding between her and her adoptive father.
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“You can’t be serious, Nathan! After everything, you’re still defending Wendy?” Benny was furious. He thought Nathan would distance himself from Wendy after hearing all this. “Nathan, I think Wendy has really clouded your judgment. Stanley, you need to talk some sense into him!”
Stanley’s cold eyes were unreadable, his expression stoic as he remained silent.
Back at the Hawks‘ family estate, Wendy entered the living room, where Glinda was sitting on the couch waiting for her. “Wendy, you’re back. Freddy, bring the chicken soup over here.”
The butler, Freddy, brought over the soup and handed it to Wendy. “Mrs. Hawk, Mrs. Glinda asked the maid to prepare this for you. Drink it while it’s hot.”
Wendy sat on the sofa and said sweetly, “Thanks, Grandma.”
Glinda smiled warmly. “Wendy, did you settle things with George? I was thinking of inviting him over for dinner tomorrow. After all, we’re family now, and we can’t overlook these little courtesies.”
Wendy’s long lashes fluttered slightly. “Grandma, don’t worry about him. I’ll take care of it.”
Glinda playfully scolded her, “You’re such a stubborn child. He’s your adoptive father, after all.”
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Chapter 84
Just then, a maid came in holding a box. “Mrs. Hawk, someone delivered this box for you.”
Wendy took the box from her. “Who was it from?”
“He said he’s your adoptive father,” the maid replied.
George had sent her a box.
Glinda raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t he come inside? Open the box, Wendy. See what he sent you.”
Wendy carefully opened the box, revealing a photograph inside.
It was a picture from her childhood, one that George had taken of her while she was in the bath. He had barged in unexpectedly, capturing the moment. Wendy had quickly covered herself with a towel, but parts of her shoulder, leg, and arm were exposed. Her long, wet hair clung to her face, and her wide, terrified eyes were filled with shock. The dark, dim setting combined with her vulnerable expression would undoubtedly satisfy some twisted individuals.
“Wendy, George sent you a photo? Let me see,” Glinda said, reaching for the picture.
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Chapter 85
