The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 684

Nigel looked at Carly. "Carly, say something."

What could Carly say? If she kept resisting, her father would really start getting suspicious.

She said, "I made plans with Melody to go dancing at a bar. I just want to go out and have fun."

Nigel frowned. "No, it's too late. You're not going anywhere. Go back to your room and get some rest."

Carly protested, "Dad, I—"

He interrupted, "Your mother will be coming back to see you in the next couple of days."

What? She was stunned. "My mom is coming back? Isn't she dead?"

He replied, "She never died. She's coming back to see you."

Carly was stunned. She had always thought Fiona was dead. But now, she had somehow come back to life.

If Fiona returned, would her secret be exposed?

Celine was Fiona's biological daughter. The bond between a mother and daughter was far stronger than that between a father and daughter. Now that Celine was living in the Hampton residence, wouldn't her true identity be exposed?

Celine looked at Carly. "Ms. Hampton, your mother is coming back. Why don't I see even a trace of joy on your face?"

Carly hated—no, absolutely despised—Celine!

"I was abandoned in Mercity when I was little. I blame my father. And I blame my mother, too!" Carly retorted.

With that, she turned and stormed inside.

Celine smirked slightly.

Carly was pretty clever, after all. She instantly triggered Nigel's guilt toward his daughter with just a few words. Now, he would only love and spoil her more to make up for it.

Nigel glanced in the direction Carly had left, then turned to Celine beside him.

"Ms. Tate, you're really making yourself at home in the Hampton family. You even dared to barge into my study."

He nodded. "Yes."

"Did you paint this yourself, Mr. Hampton?"

Nigel didn't say anything, but his silence was enough.

Celine smirked. Then suddenly, she laughed.

He narrowed his eyes. "What's so funny, Ms. Tate?"

She arched her slender brows. "I'm laughing at you, Mr. Hampton."

"And what's so funny about me?"

"I find it amusing that back when Mrs. Hampton was still around, you were tangled up with your first love, your so-called one that got away. But now that Mrs. Hampton is gone, here you are, painting her portrait with your own hands, staring at it like you miss her.

"Tell me, Mr. Hampton. Do you actually think of yourself as some kind of devoted man?"