"No." The girl leaned against the back of the chair and answered awkwardly.

"What’s wrong? You can’t give it a perfect score, huh? Daughter, aren’t your standards a bit too high?" the father teased.

She took a deep breath, slightly melancholic, "If only you hadn’t gotten married..." her tone seemingly carried a hint of complaint.

Upon hearing this, Nathan Mills was slightly taken aback.

Janelle Mills lowered her eyes and then laughed bitterly, not wanting him to feel pressured, "But everyone has their own life; no one can live on someone else’s expectations."

Just as Nathan Mills didn’t know what to say.

"So..." Janelle turned her gaze, speaking as if finding peace, "I still wish you well."

In truth, she felt sad inside because her wish was going to be dashed, ultimately unable to come true.

Nathan Mills, for a moment, didn’t know what to say either. Looking at the daughter who had grown so much, he recalled when he divorced her mom, she was just a little runt.

His heart was filled with guilt, eager to make amends.

The car wasn’t speeding, allowing the father and daughter to extend their time alone.

The car headed towards the small villa, and neither of them broke the silence...

Nathan Mills was a person with a strong sense of propriety. When he brought his daughter into the living room, Carlotta Sterling had already come downstairs after settling the luggage.

"The gate password is your birthday," he told his daughter, "Later an aunt will come to cook and clean, any needs you can directly tell her, of course, you can also tell me."

Carlotta listened indifferently, her expression calm.

Janelle Mills nodded, "Okay."

"Then I’ll be going." Nathan Mills glanced at the mother and daughter, then stepped out to leave them enough space, not disturbing them.

After he left, when Janelle Mills looked up, she realized her mother was staring at her unwaveringly, making her chest tighten slightly, with a feeling of being judged.

"..." Janelle could even guess what she was going to ask, so she organized an answer in her mind.

Carlotta withdrew her cold gaze and walked upstairs.

Watching her mother’s retreating figure, the girl was startled again, not asking?

In the Dalton Group, in the CEO’s office with Chinese decor.

Trevor finished handling the urgent matters at hand, as Simon came over with a document, about to find him.

But Trevor looked up and said to Simon, "Push back the work scheduled for the next two hours; I need to go out for a while."

"Where to?"

Simon widened his eyes and glanced at the time, "Mr. Ma will be here in five minutes—it’s a scheduled meeting, and he’s made time out of his busy schedule." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

But Trevor couldn’t wait, the thought of going out had been lingering in his mind, which is why he handled the urgent matter first.

Trevor didn’t respond, closed his laptop, and stood up to leave.

"Mr. Trevino!"

Simon watched in shock as Trevor’s figure disappeared quickly at the door.

Cecilia Dunn was also shocked, at the same time, she had a strong hunch, "Going to find Miss Mills?"

Simon wasn’t in the mood for gossip; he was just thinking about how to explain things to Mr. Ma later.

Mr. Ma is notoriously temperamental; Simon really couldn’t handle him!

Oh, what a headache! He could only brace himself and deal with it.

Seeing his mentor looking gloomy, the usually talkative Cecilia Dunn also remained silent; is the situation very serious?

Trevor indeed left because of Janelle Mills, but he wasn’t directly going to find Janelle; instead, he headed to Providence Hospital.