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.

let it go." This was

with Molly's information, you know very well whether that

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

town for a few

names. These people were in different provinces and cities, and Andre decided to look for

his son would see through the fake information he provided, and he was prepared to confront his

just insisted that he saw Molly; now he would

is your own

didn't want to look for her, that was one thing, but to tell him that she might be

child from his past, Hansen's eyes filled with tears. Yes, that was his own daughter, lost for fifteen years. How much he wished he could find that child,

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

too much, her condition repeatedly worsened and ultimately she

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

was overgrown with weeds, the ground littered with bricks and wood, as well

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

body, that was Andre's blood, who

won't let them take you away." Andre's voice was very weak, but

lost, you, dad and mom, big bro

lost, you won't, I won't

smart, as a child's intuition was always strong. She felt she would not be able to

she would become ugly, and her brother would not recognize her when they met on the

front of Andre, she lifted her arm, grabbed the flesh on her arm, and bit down hard. At that

small arm,

until it bled,