The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 963

Chapter 963

However, upon thinking that not even the father was coaxing his daughter, Thomas endured the urge to do so. Daisie’s cries were so loud that they could even be heard from outside of the manor. Nolan pinched and rubbed the bridge of his nose, calmed himself down, and wanted to say something.

However, Daisie pushed his hand away, turned around, and ran away. “I don’t want to see you anymore! I hate you!”

“Daisie…” Nolan stretched his arm but missed her. Quincy took a glance at him. “Mr.

Goldmann, I’ll go with her to keep an eye on her.”

He then chased after her.

Thomas put down the teacup with a pregnant expression. “Since the little girl refuses to go back with you, I don’t mind you staying in Octavia for a few more days, Mr. Goldmann.”

Nolan squinted slightly and then turned to face Thomas after a long pause. “What are you planning, Elder Master Clifford?” Thomas chuckled. “You’re still our honored guests, and I’ll surely treat you like one. So don’t worry, I won’t use that girl as leverage to make your life difficult. After all, she’s quite lovable to me.”

Nolan’s eyes moved as he loosened his tie and responded calmly, “I’ll accept your kind offer if you insist.” He left the hall after saying that. Thomas watched Nolan’s figure disappear at the door, and his eyes could not help but dim.

He went into his study and twisted a pot of plants on the bookshelf. The wall behind the bookshelf shifted to the side slowly, unveiling a hidden passageway.”

He walked into the dark passage, lit the lamp, and there was another smaller study hidden behind the wall. However, it had not been in use all year round, and it had long since been reduced to a utility room where he stored his personal belongings.

Thomas took off a painting on the wall And behind the painting, there was a huge full-body photo of a woman. The woman in the photo was wearing a plain dress and holding a silk fan in her hand. Each of her frowns and smiles brought him joy throughout all those years. The woman in the photo resembled Nolan a little, especially around the eyes and brows. Thomas stroked the face of the woman in the photo with his trembling thumb, and his eyes were bloodshot as he murmured,” Simmie, why didn’t you wait for me?”

At the river bank…

Daisie sat beside the bushes and threw a stone into the water. Her wet eyelashes were stuck together, and her teary eyes were filled with grievances and sadness.