Chapter 295 (Part Two)

About an hour later, Carlson arrived. They had been sitting outside for waiting him all the time. Leena was afraid that Daniel would pass out because of the wind, and she even asked him to put the suit jacket on the top of his head. Daniel didn't want to do that, so he stopped struggling and waited with her in a daze. Only then did Leena feel a little regretful. She called Daniel out to drink, but he was completely drunk. She didn't know how to drive back when he was drunk. She couldn't ask him for drinks in the future.

As soon as Carlson came up, Leena stood up. Daniel was not sober enough, and because his suit was covered above his head, no one could be seen coming over, he still staggered his head and sat there.

Leena looked at the expression on his face. He was not angry, nor scolded her, nor said anything bad. He just said coldly, "Get in the car!"

Leena nodded and was about to help Daniel, but Carlson moved her hand away and helped her walk to the car.

Leena could only follow him. When Carlson drove, maybe it was warmer in the car than outside. Daniel tilted his head and fell asleep in the back seat. Leena saw it through the rearview mirror and felt helpless.

"Did you drink?" asked Carlson.

Leena said, "No, I want to drink. Daniel doesn't allow me to drink."

"Why did you ask him out to drink with you?"

Leena kept silen

she hate them so much. She didn't have the idea that she had to take revenge.

But Carlson was different. He was born to know that he had to take revenge. It should be his grandfather who told him that. Otherwise, why did he want to take revenge when he was so young? He had been hiding for more than thirty years, and it was impossible for him to give up the deep-rooted hatred. So, what should they do in the future?

Leena was really a little irritable, especially when Carlson told her that he wanted to have so many children. At that time, if she really wanted to have so many children, it would be embarrassing. Maybe their marriage at the beginning was wrong, and they shouldn't have gotten married. And they shouldn't even meet at that time. It was him who broke the peace of her life. Otherwise, she might not know her origin all her life, her mother, Yanni. They would have lived happily together!

Then at her age, she would marry a man who was about the same age as her. She would worry about the housing loan, the car loan, and the milk powder money of her child. She would live a common life that could not be more ordinary. She wouldn't marry into a rich family, she wouldn't face so many schemes, she wouldn't see so many greedy humans, and her values of life wouldn't be so stimulated!

Maybe that kind of ordinary life was very suitable for her?