Chapter 210 I Don’t Have a Grandson Your Age

Isabelle glanced over at Danny, who was staring at the TV in front of the sofa.

Noticing her gaze, Danny turned around. He had just taken a big sip of cola and was so startled by Isabelle’s gaze that he let out a burp.

Isabelle frowned.

Danny immediately whined, “Boss, I’m sorry! Go ahead and hit me if you want. Just hit me hard.”

Irritated, Isabelle headed downstairs,

Seeing that Isabelle wasn’t mad at him. Danny got lively again and followed her, asking, “Boss, you’re not your parents‘ biological daughter?”

That sounded a bit off.

“I mean, you’re not the Jenkins‘ real daughter? You’re actually the daughter of the Sullivan who was already dead? Seriously? They weren’t just making that up earlier, were they?

“Boss, why do I feel like there’s something really mysterious about you?”

He still hadn’t gotten over the whole George thing, and now there was the Sullivans. Their situation was just as crazy.

The Sullivans publicly said Brad died of an illness. From what you said earlier, was it that old lady who killed him? And your biological mom too?

“D*mn! If I’d known that old lady was so bad, I wouldn’t have let her in,” Danny muttered. He had only let her in because she seemed old and frail, but she turned out to be the worst.

I always thought Old Madam Sullivan turned to Christianity out of grief for losing her son. Turns out she

drove him to his death.

that talk about being a god believer–it’s probably because she’s done

scared.

full of bad people. I’ve heard Brad was pretty amazing, but even he was driven to

on the sofa.

leaned closer and said, “Boss, you haven’t done a DNA test yet,

do one

with

undisguised disdain. “I don’t have a grandson

if you’re my dad’s long–lost daughter? You don’t look anything like the Sullivans, but you do have a bit of the Holmes

retorted, “Does your mom know how filial you are?”

felt a bit frustrated. “What kind of good luck did the Sullivans

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Isabelle’s silence, Danny asked,

bothered to

the real Isabelle.

of it

parental love, his parents would gladly take her in as

eye roll and realising she wasn’t sad, he shamelessly asked, “Boss, how about taking

a drive?”

Sullivans were deep in sorrow.

sons to do whatever it took

nonstop and her mother wiping away tears, Dakota felt annoyed.

standing for hours, she was tired and

think about eating. Dakota,

mother, “Mom, we can’t rush this. We need

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