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.

go." This was his fatherly

know

about it. Because he had found a wife, Andre treated that information as if it didn't exist.

I plan to go out of town for a few days to

people from hundreds of names. These people were in different

he was prepared to confront his son. "Andre, have you ever

now

"Dad, Molly is your own

his father didn't want to look for her, that was one

of that adorable 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, to hold her after

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

was a child, her mother fell ill due to missing her too much, her condition repeatedly worsened and ultimately she passed away. This was a permanent

his head, recalling the scene from fifteen years ago. That year, he was 13, just started junior high school. His beloved little sister was only 5, held tightly

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

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

Andre's blood, who was protecting her when those

away." Andre's voice was very weak, but his hands were

lost, you, dad and mom, big bro and sis-in-law must

won't,

strong. She felt she would not be able to find home,

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

she lifted her arm, grabbed the flesh on her arm, and bit down hard. At that moment, she cried out in pain, her whole body was

small arm, "Molly,

until it bled,