But when she heard Gavin's heartless words, her heart still ached, it wasn't numb.
He sent her and her mother to a poorer country in the West and hasn't been in charge of her since then.-
Where would she get the money?
If she had money, how could her brother have died from delayed treatment?
Her hands, hanging at her side, clenched into fists.
Gavin seemed to have thought of this and looked slightly embarrassed, "Let's go, it's time for Jones' family to arrive, it's not good to keep them waiting."
"Lindsay ......" Joan worried, still trying to persuade Lindsay. She has already lost her son, now she only wanted to take care of her daughter. Money no longer mattered.
She didn't want her daughter to step into the Forrest family, or the Jones family.
Rich and powerful families were complicated, and there was no telling what kind of man the younger Jones might be.
She was worried.
"Mom." Lindsay gave her a comforting look to reassure her.
"Hurry up." Gavin urged impatiently, for fear Lindsay would change her mind, and pushed her a little.
Gavin couldn't get fond of her, and Lindsay hardly felt emotionally attached to her father.
All the family affection has been worn out in eight years.
Lindsay was too underdressed to meet the Jones family, so Gavin took her to an upscale dress shop to buy her a decent dress.
As soon as they entered the door, a shop assistant came to greet them. Gavin pushed Lindsay forward and said, "Find her something she can wear."
The assistant looked her up and down and knew roughly what size she wore, "Come with me, please."
The assistant took a light blue dress and handed it to her, "You can try it on in the fitting room."
Lindsay took it and walked towards the fitting room.
"Hugo, do you have to marry the woman from the Forrest family?" The woman's voice sounded vaguely aggrieved.
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