Chapter 68 Nadia Is My Daughter

With the most nonchalant tone, Fannie spoke, "Okay. I'll tell you the truth. I took her your child and sent her to a welfare house. I heard that she was adopted by Flora, Marcus's wife. But that was it. I don't know anything further."

"Charles, Nadia is my daughter!" Nancy suddenly lashed out. At this point, she didn't know whether she was happy or sad hearing that revelation. And in the height of her emotion, she even stood from that chair, seemingly in a nervous breakdown.

She could imagine Flora abusing her child, and it wasn't a great picture in her mind. Even just the thought of it sent her hands quivering like she had a tremor.

"Nancy, I've told you about your child. A deal is a deal. Now, you have to let me go. Don't forget. Clark is still at home..." Fannie reminded in a calm tone, aware that if she used her cards well, Nancy would soften up. After all, she was a kind-hearted woman to begin with. She'd never let someone die on her watch.

So, as expected, Nancy told Charles,

"Just let her go, Charles. She really told me where my child is."

Charles nodded, casting a malicious glance at Fannie.

"Fannie, if you don't wanna die, I suggest you stop bothering and causing Nancy so much trouble."

"I dare not, Mr. Fu," Fannie answered as tears began to roll down her cheeks again. The bold woman was gone, a

weather forecast?" When they waited for the traffic lights at the intersection, a traffic enforcer came over to remind them.

"We're just about to go home," Charles explained calmly. Nancy knew he was bluffing. They had no intention of going home right now.

"You better hurry. It's dangerous to drive in such bad weather," reminded the officer again before letting them go.

"Yes, sir!" answered Charles.

As they drove off, the wind blew stronger, and this slightly worried Nancy.

She had just been caught in the rain yesterday and hadn't recovered yet. Now, she was worried about the safety of Nadia. She somehow felt numb with all these.

And she'd die first before letting Charles know that she was feeling weak at this moment.

"What's wrong? Are you cold?" he asked anxiously through the rearview mirror, seeing that her small face was very red.

"Maybe it's because of the strong wind." Nancy flashed a wry smile, evidently trying to conceal the truth.

"Put this on," said Charles, taking off his coat and handing it over to her.

"Thank you."

Frowning, he said nothing and just kept his lips on a thin line.

He never liked it whenever Nancy would utter those words. It felt like she was indifferent and closing herself from him. Whenever he'd try to get close to her, she would just seem to be too far to reach.