Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre knocked on the door, "Dad, can I have a word with you?"

Hansen was a bit miffed and responded with a touch of mischief, "I'm already in bed."

"Please come to my study in five minutes." With that, Andre left.

Muttering under his breath, Hansen said, "Who does he think he is, bossing me around? In his dreams."

Nevertheless, five minutes later, despite his grumpiness, he dutifully trudged to Andre's study, "So, your brother is here too?"

Bruce was also in Andre's study.

Andre closed the door and seriously said to his father and brother, "Dad, Bruce, I saw Molly."

At Andre's words, Hansen realized the gravity of the situation. No wonder his son called them to the study.

Mentioning that sensitive name, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned frosty.

Hansen fell silent.

Bruce asked his younger brother, "Andre, are you sure you didn't mistake her for someone else? It's been fifteen years, and you may not recognize Molly even if you saw her now."

Andre shook his head, "I couldn't have mistaken her, after all, only I would recognize the bite mark on her arm."

Andre looked gravely at his father and brother, emphasizing, "I didn't mistake her, I actually grabbed her hand. Dad, Bruce, Molly is really still waiting for us."

Hansen turned serious, his playful demeanor nowhere to be seen. At the mention of that child, his hands clenched into fists.

hope you can let it go." This was his fatherly concern

Mia with Molly's information, you know very well whether that information was true or false." The information that Hansen gave him back then, he

found a wife, Andre treated that information as if it didn't exist. But he never gave up on finding

go out of town for a few

from hundreds of names. These people were in different provinces and cities, and

that his son would see through the fake information he provided, and he was prepared to confront his son. "Andre, have you ever thought that

Molly; now he would never believe that his

Molly is your

want to look for her, that was one thing, but to tell him that she

he could find that child, to hold her after work as he did when she was little, to listen to her coo, to play with her. Hansen raised his hand to

daughter, always the apple of everyone's eye. She was the younger sister of Bruce, and the

her

recalling the scene from fifteen years ago. That year, he was 13, just started junior high school. His beloved

weeds, the ground littered with bricks and wood, as well as ropes

in terror, and she reached out and gently shook Andre, whose eyes were swollen from the beating. Her cries awakened him. "Andre, Dad and Bruce will come to find us, open your eyes and look at Molly. If you don't look at me, I'm

was Andre's blood, who was protecting her when those kidnappers were

you away." Andre's voice was very weak, but his hands were unusually strong, protecting his sister from being taken away by

mom, big bro

you won't, I

strong. She felt she would not be able to find

and Molly started crying again. She was afraid she would become ugly, and her brother would not recognize her when they met on the

hard. At that moment, she cried out in pain, her whole body was sweating, but she still

pulled on her small arm, "Molly,

until it bled, then she