Chapter 251: Chapter 251



“She and Charles were orphaned together when they were still young. So they have a good relationship,” Dolores said flatly.

Armand smiled as he looked at Matthew. He leaned forward a little and asked, “Dolores, how do you know, did Charles tell you?”.

Dolores didn’t realize the trap in Armand’s words, and answered truthfully, “Yes.”

Besides, how was she to know if Charles hadn’t told her? She lacked the hand to investigate this.

“You told him your life story and he trusted you a lot, doesn’t he have something for you?”

Dolores was speechless.

Matthew’s face grew grim and his chest tightened. He could tell that Charles was in love with Dolores.

Matthew’s coldness was palpable to Dolores.

She didn’t even have to look at Matthew to realize that he now wore a grim expression.

Dolores squinted at Armand, “Why don’t I have any feelings? Are you able to read his mind? Can you even figure out what he’s thinking?” Armand was speechless.

Boyce said with a smile, “Exactly. Maybe I’m some kind of insect that can read people’s minds.”

Armand stared at Boyce, “How can you not stand your ground? We’re friends.”

He pronounced the word “friends” with a stronger tone, as if to remind Boyce who he was with.

Boyce went and stood behind Dolores, holding out his hands, “I must stand with Dolores. You have no money, what’s the benefit of being with you?”

Armand, “…”

Dolores turned her head and looked at Boyce wordlessly, “I don’t have any money either.”

“You don’t, but Matthew does. Matthew’s is now yours. Even if it’s not yours, it’s your son’s. In any case, you must be richer than Armand. I’m sure I’ll have a good time if I follow you.”

Matthew now had only one son, Samuel. Wasn’t it true that the Nelson Family property would pass to his son in the future?

Hey, that wasn’t right. Armand sat down next to Dolores and smiled sycophantically, “Dolores, I’ll follow you in the future too.”

He wasn’t stupid. He wanted to follow Dolores because even Matthew now wanted to follow her.

Dolores frowned, how could her face change so quickly?

And wasn’t she arguing with Boyce?

Why was everyone standing next to her?

“Dolores…”

“Slap…”

Armand wanted to grab Dolores’ arm. But Matthew slapped her hand away before he could do so.

She covered the back of her hand, looked at Matthew resentfully and muttered under her breath, “You’re so mean.”

“What did you say?” Matthew cocked his head to one side and pretended not to hear clearly.

He wasn’t happy because of Charles, and he needed someone to be his punching bag right now.

Armand quickly backed off, “I didn’t say anything, I didn’t say anything.” But deep down inside he thought he didn’t dare admit what he had said.

Knock, knock…

It was then that there was a knock at the door. Dolores turned her head back and looked at Matthew, “Maybe it’s Simona and Samuel. Who else was going to come at this hour?

Besides, no strangers were allowed to enter at this level.

Matthew said casually, “Come in.”

The door to the room opened, and it was not Samuel or Simona, but the bodyguard.

“Mr. White is looking for Miss Flores.”

“Charles?” Armand’s eyes widened, did he have clairaudience? Did they just mention him and he introduced himself?

The bodyguard nodded.

Dolores remembered that Charles had said he wanted to rest at the hotel. So it was no wonder he showed up at the hotel.

“Did he say why he wanted to look for me?” asked Dolores.

“No, he just said he wanted to see you and report back.”

“No.” Before Dolores could answer, Matthew declined for her. He had called her for breakfast by all means possible this morning and let Lacey and Dolores get acquainted.

Lacey was clearly not a nice person. Could she take responsibility if something went wrong?

Was she brave enough to come here? Did she even want to meet Dolores?

No way.

“Come on.” Matthew gripped Dolores’ shoulder, “Let’s go back to our room.”

It was hard for him to have half a day off. Even if they did nothing, it was nice to spend time with her.

Did Charles wish to see her?

He couldn’t.

Dolores looked at Matthew, who was hugging her. He was extremely possessive. She couldn’t go out today for sure, “Tell him I have something to do. If anything, we can talk about it next time we meet.”

“Okay.”

The bodyguard turned and walked away.

Matthew was holding Dolores, and as they had just opened the door, they heard someone call out to them from behind.

“Mom.” Simona was standing in the hallway. Dolores saw her daughter as soon as she turned around. Simona smiled, holding her picture in her hand, and ran toward her on her short legs.

“Mommy, do you think my painting is any good?” Simona held up the painting. She had drawn people, but they were abstract. Dolores, on the other hand, understood what she had drawn and what she was trying to convey in the painting.

Dolores squatted down and took the painting from Simona. She looked at it closely and commented solemnly, “You’ve painted very well.”

“Really?” Simona was thrilled. Children always have a great desire to be praised.

Dolores nodded, “It’s real.”

Simona was even happier. She pointed to the people she had drawn in the picture: “This is mom. This is me. This is my brother. This is…” When she mentioned her father, Matthew, she looked at Matthew and then at Dolores, saying, “This is Dad.”

Simona suddenly became serious: “Mom, I already have a father. From now on I will be a girl with a father. No one is going to call me a bastard…”.

Dolores covered her mouth before she could finish the sentence. She hugged Simona and rubbed her hair, “Everyone has a mouth. Everyone will say something different. There’s a hundred different kinds of you in a hundred mouths. So you don’t have to care what other people say about you. Mommy’s darling, you are who you are.”

Simona nodded vigorously and wrapped her arms around Dolores’ neck, “Mommy, I think I’m very blessed now.”

Dolores looked at her daughter – why was Simona so excited today?

She gently stroked her daughter’s forehead and lifted her dangling hair, “I know.”

She could feel that Simona was more active than before. She wore a smile on her face every day.

She knew that was the happiness a child from a normal, healthy family would experience.

“Mom, can you take me out to play? It’s boring always being in the room.” Simona whimpered in Dolores’ arms.

Matthew, who was standing in the doorway, lifted his head without saying anything. Why was it so hard to get some time alone with Dolores?

Why was someone always bothering him?

“Mom, is it okay?” Simona whined in Dolores’ embrace until Dolores agreed to take her out to play.

“It’s okay.” Dolores didn’t want to ruin Simona’s good mood. They were rarely so happy, and besides, she had time to accompany Simona.

“Daddy, come with us.” Simona raised her head, took Matthew’s hand and shook it.

He blinked his big round eyes. She was so adorable that no one could refuse her.

Matthew, a little more, wouldn’t turn his daughter away.

He reached down and picked up Simona, “Daddy and Mommy will be joining you today.”

“I’m so happy. So happy.” Simona wiggled in Matthew’s arms, crawling on her legs.

Dust from Simona’s shoes had gotten into her pants, and there were some obvious white marks.

He could put up with this because this was his daughter, Simona. Otherwise, who else could he put up with?

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