Love Is Fair by Kerri

Chapter 370

Chapter 370 They Are of the Same Kind

When Wade saw Hailey's angry eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

Jalen nudged him, took a step forward, and said with a smile, "Hailey, don't be angry. We don't mean to impose moral coercion on you. I just hope you can think about Owen's will.’

I won't go back.” Hailey remained expressionless when she said, We have divorced, so I don't have the right. Lily, see off the guests!"

Not wanting to say one more word, she stepped upstairs.

Wade and Jalen felt frustrated. They had failed to achieve their goal but had offended Hailey, so their face turned sullen.

Benson wrinkled up his nose in dissatisfaction and said, "Uncle Wade, your words were too harsh. No wonder Hailey got angry. We are asking her for help, but your attitude is too bad. Aren't you asking for a snub?"

Wade was speechless.

"Benson is right. Dad, Hailey does not owe us anything. Owen left so many things to her in his will, but she has never asked for them. It is you that felt anxious and afraid she will take them away."

Bob also defended Hailey and accused his father, saying, 'After you begged her to accept them, she refused. It is embarrassing."

Wade could not believe they were blaming him together.

Shut up! Do you think we're feeling happy now?" Jalen rolled his eyes at them. Hailey had lost much weight and looked tired, so he felt uncomfortable. She was only in her twenties, so he wondered whether they were pushing her too hard. He then said, "Let's go back first."

Wade frowned, Why? They haven't agreed yet!"

Jalen said, "Even if we beg them here for another three days, they will not agree. Let's go back and try to figure out a way out.”

Then, the four men left in disappointment.

out of the wine cabinet, poured a glass for herself, raised her head,

on the door, she walked over, opened

his mouth, and the smell of tobacco sobered her up a lot. He was smoking,

you," Jason said, took

him about to drain the glass in one gulp, she hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Grandpa, my red wine is not as strong as your whisky,

Jason took a

he had brought in, paused for a moment, opened it, and appreciated the vivid city scene on it, saying, "This imitation painting

made paper carefully, her

"Can you imagine this painting was drawn made by a ten-year-old

abruptly raised her head, widened her eyes, and

a good painting. She had guessed the painter was young but had not expected him or her to

stunned for a moment before asking, "Did Donald tell you

hesitated at first and then refused to tell me. He did not

many years ago. The painter was ten years old back then, so he or she must have

sighed slightly, "He is in his thirties. He drew this painting more than ten years ago. He

five years. No wonder it had a feeling of vicissitudes. But even when he had been fifteen years old, he had still been

Where is he now?

It was not a glamorous profession, and most people could not understand them. So, the practitioners usually lived in seclusion without disclosing their real

know who

brooding eyes with

He had passed away?

then looked into her grandfather's desolate eyes. She felt a nerve thumping

her head to look at the painting again, the people in

her and said gently,

"Hailey, are you surprised?’

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