Chapter 1448


    Although Juan had never visited his son, it was umon for him to have not abandoned him.


    The amount of money he paid to the psychiatric hospital every year was worth millions of dors.


    Marco had someone to personally serve him in the psychiatric hospital.


    After all, his father was the well- known Mr.Saldana—the hospital would definitely not treat him badly,


    and he would surely not suffer while staying there.


    Marco’s mental illness was congenital.


    Sometimes, he would act normally, but the onset would send him into a rampage from time to time.


    There was no other way but to ce him in a psychiatric medical center and provide him with quality


    food, drink, and treatment.


    Nnughed.


    "What a pity."


    "But Mr.Saldana has another son."


    "Another son?" Quincy remembered something.


    "Yes, Mrs.Saldana said that Mr.Saldana was quite a yboy in private back then.He had an


    extramarital affair with another woman when Mrs.Saldana was pregnant, and the affair went on for six


    whole years.


    That woman even secretly gave birth to a son to challenge Mrs.Saldana’s position in the Saldanas.


    "However, Mr.Saldana’s career was not as sessful as it is now, and he still needed to rely on


    Mrs.Saldana’s connections to support his career.So, although the son his legal wife gave birth to has


    mental problems, he still needed her support.As for his mistress and the illegitimate son, why would he


    care? He only paid her a huge amount of money to drive her away."


    Nn did not speak another word.


    Quincy left the office and met Maisie and Saydie in the corridor.He smiled and moved forward.


    "Mrs.Goldmann, you''vee.Mr.Goldmann is in the office." Maisie asked Saydie to wait for her outside


    and pushed open the office door.


    Nn put down the documents, lifted his gaze, looked at the woman walking toward him, stretched his


    arms, and took her into his arms.


    "Aren’t you busy?"


    "Today is an exception."


    Maisie wrapped her arms around his neck.


    "Our father’s birthday is just around the corner, so I want to pick him a birthday present." Nn paused


    for a split second and asked with a grin.


    "Don’t you give him a present every year during his birthday?"


    "Yes."


    Maisie pinched the front of his shirt.


    "But I want to organize a huge party for him this year, so I can’t just buy him the things that I used to


    buy in the past, right?" Heughed out loud.


    "What a daughter-inw you are." She gave off a smug scoff.


    "He’s been treating me like his biological daughter throughout all these years, so I can’t just let his love


    for me be flushed down the drain, right? So, no matter what, I should be in charge of this year’s


    birthday celebration, shouldn’t I?" Nn felt helpless and caressed her cheek with his fingertips.


    "You can do whatever you want."


    "But the present is an issue." She hugged him coquettishly.


    "Hubbyyy! Please give me some ideas.I don’t want to give him something twice.I want to give him


    something special this year!"


    Nn held her in his arms, rubbed his chin against her hair, and the joy in his eyes almost overflowed.


    " You can also give him an old wife as a present." Maisie was at a loss for words.


    ‘Isn’t he afraid that his father will beat him to death?"


    After a while, Maisie walked out of Nn’s office.She lifted her head and saw Saydie pressing Quincy


    against the wall.


    Saydie clutched his hands with one hand and removed his sses with the other hand.


    Quincy looked as weak as a woman when he was standing next to Saydie.


    The huge contrast surprised Maisie.


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    When Quincy saw Maisie, he eximed anxiously, " Mrs.Goldmann, please save me!"


    She sneered and walked over with her arms crossed.


    " Did you provoke Saydie again?" Saydie released him.


    He took his sses back, took out a handkerchief, and cleaned them.He wondered what she ate when


    she was growing up—her strength was scary!


    "I didn’t provoke her.She just doesn’t like me.That’s why she wants to practice her martial arts with me."


    Saydie looked at him.


    "Do I look that idle? Why would I find myself a weakling to practice with?"


    "A weakling?" Quincy choked on his own words and thenughed angrily.


    "I’m not a weakling, okay? It’s just that I’m in charge of being the brain instead of the brawn here!"