The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy

Chapter 248: Chapter 237

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The sun was setting, and the temperature in the sunroom gradually decreased, making the coolness from the air conditioning more obvious.

Wilton Edwards came downstairs intending to water the plants in the courtyard. Seeing that Daisy Zane had fallen asleep, he went to fetch a blanket.

However, just as he approached her with the blanket, without even reaching her side.

Daisy Zane suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him.

The fierceness in her eyes seemed like a frozen abyss that could pierce one’s heart. It sent chills down one’s spine and instilled fear.

It was more like a wolf staring at its prey, ready to tear it apart at any moment.

Wilton Edwards’ lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn’t in the end. He responded and went outside.

Daisy Zane looked at Wilton Edwards, and her gaze quickly returned to clarity, gradually calming down.

She raised her hand to rub her temple, her voice slightly hoarse, “Wilton Edwards.”

Only then did Wilton Edwards make a move, walked a few steps forward, and gently placed the blanket on the edge of the hanging chair, “Miss, did you have a nightmare?”

“No. I dreamt of some past events.” Daisy Zane glanced at the time, “Did Charles Amos send any messages?”

“I just called to ask.” Wilton Edwards said gently, “He sounds happy. Third

Master will bring him back after dinner. Don’t worry.”

“Okay,” Daisy Zane replied softly, “You can go ahead.”

Wilton Edwards’ lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn’t in the end. He responded and went outside.

Daisy Zane watched Wilton Edwards leave, and then looked down at the cold sweat in the palm of her hand.

Her back was also covered in cold sweat, which made her, who already felt a little cold, feel even colder.

The last part of her dream was about psychological training.

The person training them continually crushed their willpower and tested their psychological defenses.

For every point they resisted, he would attack five times more fiercely. Over and over, time and time again.

It was as if a knife had sliced through their hearts, constantly prying at their weakest point with the blade.

Repeatedly stirring, not stopping even if their flesh and blood were a mess and their fresh flesh was rotting.

Only when that soft spot became indestructible, able to withstand the sharp blade, would he stop.

Under such torture, everyone would exhibit self-harm and even experience a mental breakdown, wanting to die.

Daisy Zane didn’t know how she got through it or how she managed to stay behind.

Even after she stayed, it took her a long time to feel as if she was already dead. She was just a walking corpse, a puppet, only obeying orders, only submitting…

After a while, Daisy Zane put the computer aside on the round table and took out two tissues to slowly wipe her hands.

She never wanted to recall those days.

That part of her memory seemed to be forgotten in some corner of her heart, never wanting to open or mention it.

Perhaps the training at that time had subtly included the inability to mention that period of time.

She didn’t know why it suddenly appeared in her dreams.

Daisy Zane feared two people in her life. One was Edward Kirsten, and the other was the person who trained her.

Her fear of Edward Kirsten was genuine.

As for the other person, fear might not be the right word to describe it. It should be described as submission from the depths of her heart. Submission to his wisdom, submission to his capabilities.

Daisy Zane’s success today was indebted to that man…

Charles Amos had a great time at the Clark Family, especially fascinated by Arthur North’s lotus flower ponds.

In the cool afternoon, he ran back and forth on the corridor around the lotus ponds. He took fish food and sprinkled some into every pond.

But there were too many lotus flower ponds, and he couldn’t cover them all.

Seeing him running and playing, Elina Clark and Tom Wayne took this opportunity to ask Arthur North.

It wasn’t that they had to ask at this time.

It was mainly because Arthur North said that after dinner, he would take Charles Amos back and would not come back himself.

Moreover, he didn’t know when he would return.

This was really not a good time to stay.

Elina Clark and Tom Wayne couldn’t wait any longer, so they took the opportunity when Charles Amos was not around and quickly asked Arthur North.

“Whose child is this?” Elina Clark asked.

Arthur North’s eyes had a hint of a smile but his expression was serious, “Dad, Mom. I brought Charles Amos here today, and she doesn’t know.”

This “she” naturally referred to Daisy Zane.

Elina Clark and Tom Wayne looked at him and pretty much understood.

“I took the liberty of bringing Charles Amos here on my own. But as for the matter of this child, I cannot make the decision for her.’

Whether South bears is her biological son or her adopted son, it’s up to the little girl to decide, and he won’t interfere.

He is only responsible for protecting them.

Kevin Clark said seriously, “What I can say is that she is a very good girl, very good, very good. I love her, and I cherish her. I will treat South bears as my own son.”

Elina Clark and Tom Wayne were silent for a while.

They knew it was to tell them, and they hoped they would treat him like their own grandson.

“Since you both like each other, and you intend to raise this child, you should treat him as your own son.” Tom Wayne said, “Your emotional problems are none of our business. That’s your life, and we have no right to interfere. What we can do is to do our own things well. If you treat him as your own son, we will naturally treat him as our own grandson.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

Tom Wayne smiled softly and said, “Since you intend to raise him, you must bear the responsibility of teaching him. Raising children is not a joke.”

“I know.”

Tom Wayne didn’t say anything else and looked at South bears again.

No matter how mature a child’s mind is, it’s still a child after all, and the smile reveals pure innocence.

And Elina Clark asked quietly, “Is this child really not related to you?” “Huh?” Kevin was puzzled for a moment.

“You have no blood relationship with you?” Elina Clark followed up.

After Kevin Clark was slightly stunned, he laughed and said, “No, what’s the matter, Dad?”

“I always feel that he looks a bit like you.” “Really?” Kevin Clark laughed.

“Yes,” Elina Clark said with certainty.

Tom Wayne smiled and said, “Maybe there is a father-son bond.”

Elina Clark looked at South bears with his cane.

Maybe…

South bears ran around the lotus pond for a while, and Kevin Clark took him away.

He is afraid that he would fall into the lotus pond.

“I haven’t had enough fun yet.” South bears said reluctantly.

“I’m afraid if you fall in, the little girl will kill me.” Kevin Clark took his hand and pulled him away by force.

“How could I fall in if I don’t jump?” South bears muttered.

Kevin Clark snorted, “Wasn’t the fever from last year that required hospitalization caused by you falling into the lake?”

“I…” South bears uttered a syllable, but soon stopped talking and remained silent.

Seeing his sudden silence, in a while, Kevin Clark stopped and looked down at him, “So you jumped into the lake yourself?”

South bears lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

Kevin Clark continued, “Did you jump in to get the little girl to come and see you?”

South bears still didn’t say anything.

Kevin Clark chuckled. He even dared to go to Truro City by himself and knocked out Wilton Edwards.

Jumping into a lake is nothing compared to that.

The strong willpower and determination to do whatever he wants are exactly the same as that of the little girl.

“Your little secret is in my hands, so behave yourself.”

South bears said reluctantly, “Okay.”

As he shouldered the responsibility, he grumbled in his heart.

Why is life treating him badly and setting pitfalls for him at every turn?

He is just a child after all.

After dinner, when South bears left, Tom Wayne and Calvin Stewart gave him a big red envelope each.

Tom also left him a contact number, saying to keep in touch.

South bears happily took the two red envelopes, got in the car, and then his little face collapsed, “How do I explain when I go back?”

“Tell the truth.”

“Will my mom hit me?”

“Well…” Kevin Clark thought for a moment, “She is more likely to hit me.” Upon hearing this, South bears instantly breathed a sigh of relief: “That’s good, that’s good.”

Kevin Clark: