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.

god believer–it’s probably because she’s done too many

scared.

The Sullivans are full of bad people. I’ve heard Brad was pretty amazing, but even

on

done a

do one

with

looked at him with undisguised disdain. “I don’t have a grandson

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

mom know

of good luck did the Sullivans have to deserve this?”

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I Don’t Have a

Danny asked,

bothered

I’m not the real Isabelle.

Hatred? None of it mattered.

weren’t worth her trouble. If she needed. parental love, his parents would gladly take her

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

a drive?”

were deep in sorrow.

two sons to

mother

standing for hours, she was tired and hungry.

Isabelle that they didn’t even think about eating. Dakota, usually the centre of attention, felt upset.

“Mom, we can’t

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