Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 1263 Compassion

Jessica slammed the door shut and hustled back to the guest room with Aurora.

Barbara just stood there, staring at the door like a deer in headlights, looking all kinds of freaked out. "Barbara, what's up?" the maid next to her asked, all curious.

"Damn it," Barbara muttered under her breath. She balled up her fists, eyes blazing with hate, but quickly got a grip and told the maid, "Mr. Louis is wasted. Go get him some hangover meds." "Got it," the maid said and scurried off.

Barbara was left alone outside the room. She glanced around, then pressed her ear to the door, trying to catch any sounds from inside. The room was pretty soundproof; she could hear Joe and Sadie talking but couldn't make out the words. Joe's voice sounded strained. Barbara was losing it, like a caged animal, scratching at the door, her heart in turmoil.

"Joe, you've had too much to drink," Sadie said, handing him another glass of water. "Drink up and chill for a bit."

Joe mumbled. He slumped on the sofa, talking to Sadie about the

was a nightmare. Then, I had to schmooze with the guests, toast them one by one, and make up excuses about Tristan being busy and you being sick, so we had to postpone. The guests didn't pry;

Joe had always been this pure-hearted guy, never changing. Even now, he thought the two times

how he'd react?

so quiet?" Joe held her hand, looking at her gently. He cooed, "Don't worry. I'll protect you. No matter what my parents say, I'm not canceling the wedding. You're mine, and I'll take care

wanted to spill the

softly, "Today, my parents went to see Micah. They went to make peace with him,

head, fists clenched

with him. Just 'cause he's got money, power, and connections, they ignore my feelings, scared he'll come after me. I can't help but wonder, do they really love me? If not, why do they always think of me and plan for me? If they do, why don't