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.

bottle of red wine out of the wine cabinet, poured a

she walked

and the smell of tobacco sobered her up a lot. He was smoking, while she

me a glass of wine. I'd like to drink with you," Jason said, took the pipe out of his mouth, and

glass in one gulp, she hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Grandpa, my red wine is not as strong as your whisky, but it will give you a hard kick later. Drink it

know." Jason

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

made paper carefully, her

"Can

raised her head, widened her eyes,

could be said to be an expert, so she could see the painter's skills were immature although it was a good painting. She had guessed the painter was young but had not

before asking, "Did

hesitated at first and then refused to tell me. He

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

in his thirties. He drew this painting more than ten years ago. He started it at ten and finished it when he was fifteen. It took him five years to

had a feeling of vicissitudes. But even when he had been fifteen years old, he had still

name? Where is he now? Is he

of imitation paintings was different from other painting businesses. It was not a glamorous profession, and most

back her curiosity and was eager to know who had completed such a legendary painting at the age

deeply stared at her with his brooding eyes with a regretful look and said, He passed

He had passed away?

and then looked into her grandfather's desolate eyes. She felt a nerve thumping in her head as

at the painting again, the people in it who were laughing, shouting, or crying had all become the same

her and said

"Hailey, are you surprised?’

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