The Soft-Hearted Wife of Mr. Big Shot-Chapter 89: Nancy Miller Knows

Who could be that very important person the young girl mentioned?

Leo Grant already excluded himself from her mind; perhaps he isn’t that important to the young girl either.

Watching the serious expression on the young girl’s face, Leo suddenly felt particularly sad at that moment.

Not a friend, but someone very important.

Is she someone the young girl likes?

Leo speculated in his heart.

Who does the young girl like? Who is so fortunate to enter the young girl’s heart?

"Brother, why are you unhappy?"

Holly Sawyer lifted her eyes and noticed Leo’s slightly unhappy expression; she blinked, looking puzzled.

How strange, he seemed quite happy just a moment ago, but the change happened so swiftly.

"Not unhappy, brother is just a bit tired, heading upstairs to rest."

Leo gently rubbed Holly’s head, his voice still soft.

He wondered how much longer he could massage the young girl’s head; likely, soon, he won’t be able to.

Leo mused in his heart.

Holly just thought Leo was pretty inexplicable but didn’t overthink it, continuing to assemble her things.

Hmm, it seems simple, yet somehow not that simple; at this moment, Holly truly wanted to shout out to the sky, "Where has my intelligence gone?"

Leo didn’t return to his room; he stood by the stair railing, watching Holly, seeing her dedication, he felt very low in spirit.

From Leo’s spot, he could clearly see Holly, yet Holly couldn’t see him from her angle.

His young girl, soon she wouldn’t be his young girl anymore, would she?

Leo shook his head and then walked out of the room.

If indeed there is someone the young girl likes, he believes letting go is best; he can always be the young girl’s brother. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Love isn’t constraint or possession but hoping she can live well, well enough for him to feel happy for her.

So, if the person the young girl likes can always keep a smile on her face, can bring her happiness, then why not stay as her brother?

"Brother, brother, it’s mealtime."

At mealtime, Holly went upstairs to call Leo, she knocked on the door frantically, looking particularly eager.

If not for her chanting "It’s mealtime," Leo would probably think Holly had something particularly urgent.

"Little glutton, your mind is filled with food."

Leo opened the door, affectionately ran his finger over Holly’s nose, his eyes held a subtle smile.

Whoever that person is Holly wants to give a gift to, I wonder if they’ll buy her snacks, will they cater to her taste?

"Food is the biggest priority above all else, this saying isn’t incorrect at all."

Holly placed her hands on her hips, speaking confidently, her face serious.

Whether in front of the disguised Holly or the true Holly, food has always held significant importance.

"No problem."

Leo placed his hand on Holly’s shoulder, the two headed downstairs together.

The young girl, petite and adorable-looking.

——

The day after Nancy Miller came to Holly Sawyer to air her grievances, the news of Isaac Walker passing in the hospital spread on its own.

Isaac was only struck on the head by a flowerpot, fell into a severe coma, later woke up, and insisted on seeing Nancy Miller, claiming Nancy caused his harm and wanting her jailed.

However, there’s ample evidence proving Nancy acted in self-defense, so she’s unscathed; Isaac felt incredibly aggrieved.

Seemed fine before dinner, but mysteriously passed away during the night, and the surveillance captured nothing, almost as if this segment was skipped.

Nancy saw the news and was utterly shocked.

He missed his chance to speak.

Suddenly, Holly’s words echoed in her mind, and Nancy’s hand holding the phone began to tremble.

So, is this the deeper meaning behind Holly’s words?

Isaac is...

Nancy has always been a smart person, Isaac’s death coupled with Holly’s words quickly led her to connect the dots.

So Holly...

Nancy didn’t dare continue thinking; she suddenly felt a bit afraid.

"Sister, you..."

Upon seeing Holly, Nancy for a moment didn’t know what to say, she stared fixedly at Holly, attempting to discern anything unusual from her face.

But unfortunately, there was nothing; Holly’s face held a faint smile, resting calmly.

"Found out?"

Holly chuckled lightly, speaking slowly as she casually picked up a dessert and popped it into her mouth.

Her tone was exceedingly calm, her eyes also carried a faint smile.

"Yes, I guessed."

Nancy nodded, her gaze never leaving Holly’s face.

"Suddenly have other thoughts about me, such as fearing me?"

Holly suddenly laughed, casually picked up her drink, then took a sip, her tone strangely calm.

People like herself, probably many fear her.

Those aware of her profession.

Those who claim they like her, those who try to get close to her, regardless of gender, many are actually deceived by her appearance.

"Not at all." Nancy shook her head, "I’m just wondering what you’ve gone through, sister."

Toward Holly, Nancy never felt fear, even knowing Isaac’s death was Holly’s doing, she didn’t fear Holly.

She only wondered, what her sister went through to remain so calm and composed.

Holly shook her head: "Nothing."

To claim necessary experiences, that isn’t it; it was her own choice.

Even though Rose Sawyer is a wealthy lady, typically unacquainted with adversity, she has her strengths, never withholding material support from Holly.

Entering this line of work was her own decision, no coercion, not for financial stress or anything.

"Thank you, sister."

"Sister, can you tell me who you really are?"

"Sister, have you been well all these years?"

"Sister..."

Nancy suddenly began to resemble a constant questioner, never stopping her inquiries at Holly.

Isaac’s affair, Holly stood up for her.

"I’m not a good person, but my life is good, at least it’s what I want."

Holly slightly curled her lips, speaking slowly, her tone gentle.

Indeed, she never claimed to be a good person.

The current life is alright; it’s her choice.

Nancy looked at Holly, without speaking.

"The lives I’ve taken aren’t countable on just ten fingers."

Holly suddenly extended her hands, laying them open in front of Nancy, articulating each word clearly.

Never stained by blood, yet bearing human lives.