Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy novel Chapter 440

After Caldwell woke up, he spent two days uncovering those in the Jungle Group who had rumored that Boss Miller was unaccounted for. Even Cecil lost a large part of his men.

Carl was still in the hospital for observation. Caldwell's legs were not yet fully recovered. On this day, Dixon came to see Caldwell and told him about the plan for crashing Cecil. Other than that, Dixon had an indifferent face throughout, as if Caldwell valued little to him.

The Jungle Group and the Borris Family had always cooperated. But their relationship was only limited to mutual cooperation. Now the Jungle Group's power was quickly divided into two major parts. One part of the people listened to Cecil, and the other part still followed Caldwell. Now the two parts were in peace on the surface. But if Caldwell wanted to take back all the power of the Jungle Group, he would need Dixon's help.

After the talk, Dixon stood up. His manners were perfect, and his posture was excellent. He was still that high-born tycoon of the Seaside City. He said in a low voice to Caldwell, "Boss Miller, thanks for your help."

"Dixon."

Watching Dixon turn to leave, Caldwell couldn't help but call out to him.

Dixon turned back and met Caldwell's gaze. He squinted and asked, "Anything else, Boss Miller?"

Caldwell cleared his throat and spoke to Dixon, "Dixon, about Victor, you..."

He wanted to ask if Dixon would snatch Victor and let him return to the Borris Family. After all, the Jungle Group had not yet been completely washed up. He wondered if Dixon would be comfortable letting his son go back to an underground organization.

However, Dixon simply said indifferently, "It's up to him."

If Victor wanted to go back to the Borris Family, he would always welcome him. But if Victor wanted to go to the Jungle Group for a venture, he would escort him.

He wouldn't stand in the way no matter what Victor wanted to do.

Looking at Dixon's departing back, Caldwell suddenly felt that Dixon seemed to have endured a lot of pain that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

He was once a sinful and unforgivable villain. But God, didn't evil people hurt?

"What... What are your feelings for Sonia?"

Caldwell put the sharp question out. Dixon stopped at the door of Caldwell's ward.

It was a good question. What was his feeling for Sonia?

Was it romantic affection?

No. This feeling was above that. Romantic affection was selfish. With that kind of love, one would want to get back what he or she had given. But Dixon no longer had the desire to get anything in return. He just wanted to do what he could to be good to Sonia.

Even if she was to leave him, he would escort her.

When Dixon left, Caldwell sat alone with his head down on the hospital bed, as if he had fallen into a dead silence.

When Dixon left, he did not tell Caldwell the answer about whether he loved Sonia or not. However, what he had done had shown that he loved Sonia. He loved her deeply. But he had long-lost his right to say that.

When Dixon returned to his private villa, Carney came over to report, "Mr. Borris, there are people... approaching Thrushcross Grange recently."

Thrushcross Grange, the place where Old Mrs. Borris and Maria were kept.

Dixon squinted. There were a few flashes of severity in his eyes, "Find out who it is. Don't let anyone come close. Don't let them get in touch with the outside world."

Thrushcross Grange was a natural prison. Cutting off all communication and locking them up there in the house was Dixon's punishment for them, and for himself.

He was punishing his family for all the harm they had done to Sonia and punishing himself for his weakness and inaction back then.

Later, Dixon got up and poured himself a glass of red wine. Looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

Quincy blinked and smiled. "Tell me, what is it?"

Dixon sat down and looked back at Quincy. Two equally handsome men were looking at each other. Their eyes were fighting fiercely.

After a while, Dixon smiled.

Dixon was usually aloof. He seldom smiled. But once he smiles... It must be something big.

"Did you and Maria ever have a connection?"

Dixon took a sip of wine and asked directly to the point.

Quincy froze. Holding his forehead, he sat down in front of Dixon. His light blonde hair passed through his fingers as he narrowed his eyes, "You found out?"

"I found out the reason why you were in jail back then."

Dixon sneered, "Quincy, you actually went to jail for Maria? Five years?"

Quincy's eyes showed a bewildering emotion. Then he froze and whispered again, "I was young."

Dixon laughed sarcastically, "What a pity that Maria chose to stay with me after you went to jail. And then she set Sonia up to go to jail. You and I were just the pawns in her hand at that time."

Although they hated to admit it, Maria had fooled both Quincy and Dixon. They believed in this innocent woman. But when the truth was ripped, they realized they were so wrong.

It turned out that the so-called innocent and naive were just a disguise.

Even till now, Dixon did not dare to say that he had seen through Maria. Because he didn't know what was hiding behind Maria. And how many cards she had.