Chapter 742 Rescuing The Little Girl (2)

Different from her serious psychological thoughts, Richie just supported his head with his hand with great interest and watched the change of her expression.

It seemed that he was appreciating or mocking her.

Even at this moment, this woman still couldn't completely believe him. He had said at the beginning that he would help her find the girl, but now she was thinking about something else.

He didn't know if he should feel pathetic or give up.

"Don't be sad anymore. I've found the baby. She only had a minor injury. Now she is in the hospital. I've planned to tell you when you wake up."

As a result, her performance was so disappointing.

When Consuela heard that he had got the information about the baby, her face changed. She gritted her teeth and asked, "What do you mean by 'minor injury'?"

How could such a little child suffer a minor injury when she was injured?

With her hands clasped together, Consuela looked hopeful and sad. How much she hoped that he could say that the child was only injured with some bruises.

However, Richie just glanced at her with a pale face and said carelessly, "I don't know how to explain the situation to you. Now put on your clothes and let's go there."

He was not used to lying, especially on this kind of thing. Now he could only pray that Cassie, the unreliable woman, could give her a better comfort.

"How can you not know? She is your daughter, isn't she? How can you not care about her at all?" Consuela covered her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't stop wiping them.

It was like a broken tap, running water all the time. It wouldn't stop until it was repaired or the water ran away.

With a darkened expression in his eyes, Richie approached her, grabbed her chin, forced her to raise her head and accept his anger. "Consuela, when you took the child away, did you think that she was still my child?"

The father and the daughter had been separated by her for nearly five yea

she was still a little conscious. Perhaps she had a good memory so she even smiled at her in that kind of crisis.

She told Cassie not to tell her mother about her injury. She would recover soon and not let her mother worry about her.

Cassie looked at the child's pale face, wet clothes all over, and the corners of her mouth wriggling. But when she said this, her heart was as sour as a lemon.

What a considerate child.

However, no matter how sensible she was, she was just a five-year-old child.

In order to keep her sober, Cassie had to hold back her broken voice and said softly, "What if your mother sees you before you recover?"

"Godmother, please lie to mom with me. Don't make mom too sad... I have already... made... a lot of trouble..." The little girl closed her eyes. The sheets were wet, not knowing whether it was tears or the sea water.

"……" Cassie gritted her teeth and didn't say anything.

How could she lie in such a situation?

But she didn't want to lie to the little girl, so she could only shut up without saying a word.

She didn't promise or refuse. She didn't want to make the little girl sad, nor did she hide anything from Consuela. This was the best solution she thought.

But the little girl was not very grateful. She raised her hand and opened her eyes to look at her.