Chapter 603 No Response


    "Sir, it is impossible," Horace objected without any hesitation.


    A new wife? Horace knew that it would be terrible for ra if he found a new wife, so he would never


    betray her.


    "Horace, I know you love her. I also feel so sorry for what you have gone through. However, we have


    no other choice since you must bear a child for the Kirnd family. Your grandpa is dead and I''m the


    only one who can offer you guidance. I don''t want to disappoint Russell."


    "Mr. Lawrence, please stop that. Let me apologize to my grandpa in heaven after I die. I will never


    betray ra," dredging up the image of his grandpa, Horace helplessly closed his eyes.


    "I think that the daughter of Mr. Wilson matches you well. She just came back from abroad and I have


    told her about you. If you change your mind, you can contact her. I''m too old to take care of you now,"


    the old Mr. Lawrence stood up and was to leave.


    Horace hurriedly stood up and escorted the old man towards the door with ra. After he left, ra


    spoke with fear.


    "Horace, who''s that? He looks scary," she softly patted the head of the doll, "He scared Neo."


    Slightly patting ra''s head, Horace stared at her with profound love.


    "He is a friend of our grandpa. It''s okay. Don''t be afraid," Horaceforted ra in a tender tone.


    Although what Mr. Lawrence said truly made sense, he was determined that he would never betray


    ra as long as he still loved her.


    Mr. Lawrence had already made a match for him without even informing him in advance, although he


    said that he would let Horace decide.


    Horace sighed and smiled bitterly—whatever, let it go.


    Then, the doorbell rang again as Mr. Lawrence just left. Frowning, Horace opened the door.


    A strong scent of perfume dashed into Horace''s nose as the door was open, which made his eyebrows


    knitted more tightly.


    "Hi! I''m Vickie Wilson. I''m the daughter of…" Horace turned around and walked away before she could


    finish her words. Her family name reminded him of Mr. Lawrence''s n immediately and also directly


    told him her identity.


    "Are you not interested in who my father is?" glowering at Horace, Vickie was infuriated since she had


    never been brushed off by someone else in this way before.


    In her opinion, Horace loved lovely girls and she was exactly his type.


    "I''m not." Helping ra take her medication, Horace did not cast a look at Vickie. At first, ra did not


    cooperate and even knocked off the ss in Horace''s hand.


    ying it by ear, Vickie hurriedly ducked down to help Horace pick up the broken shards and then


    pretended to be hurt by the ss. Horace only threw her a nce.


    "There is tissue on the table. Please leave as soon as possible after you take care of your wound."


    Then, Horace got another ss of water for ra and continued to help her with her medication.


    Vickie realized that a cutie was not Horace''s type, so she changed the style of her behavior.


    Living abroad for a long time, Vickie had met so many different types of people and had already been a


    master of improvisation, which was why she knew how to change her personality ording to the


    needs and preference of different people so well.


    "Since you don''t like me, I''ll leave now. We''ll meet another time." Her tone tinged with disappointment


    and sorrow. She then left


    If Horace ever looked up at her, he could see her lonely and cuddly back, which would definitely inspire


    every man''s determination to protect her.


    Yet, Vickie''s efforts were all in vain since Horace did not look up at her at all. He apanied ra


    back to the living room and tidied up the broken ss.


    He had no extra time nor energy to care about others since he needed to pay all his attention to ra''s


    health. He began to read the files brought back from Solrace while ra was watching TV.


    He had left Solrace behind for several days. Although it could still operate well, the increase rate of


    profits began to slow down. He must find out the reasons behind and try to elerate the increase rate


    again.


    ra would be absolutely cured if he had enough money. He would hate himself if he became poor


    when ra was cured and woke up from her hallucination in the future. Therefore, he must work


    harder and deal with these business files more seriously.


    ra seemed to know that Horace was busy now, so she watched TV quietly with a doll in her arms.


    Whenever Horace looked up, he could see ra sitting still beside him.


    After a long while, Vickie came again. She cast several disdainful looks at ra, who was running


    randomly around the house with a doll in her arms. Instead of showing contempt on her face, she


    passionately gazed at Horace.


    "Horace, I mean, you can send her to a madhouse, or she''ll be a heavy burden on you," Vickie said


    seriously, hoping that Horace would finally agree with her for thepany''s as well as his own sake.


    Yet, Horace objected without any hesitation and said, "Miss Wilson, I don''t care who sent you here. The


    only thing that I''m sure about is that ra is my wife, now and forever. Don''t y your tricks on me


    anymore."


    Horace''s words embarrassed Vickie and she could only fake a smile to hide her awkwardness. She


    wanted to lighten the embarrassing atmosphere with a quip and yet she realized that it was


    inappropriate to do so.


    Horace gave her an out by taking ra upstairs, which had a hidden meaning that she should leave


    now. He believed that she would understand him and act ordingly.


    Vickie left when they both went upstairs. She knew that it would be a waste of her time if she kept


    staying there when Horace did not even try to pay attention to her. After all, she was so attractive that


    there would be other handsome guys hoping to take her out.


    At the thought, Vickie became confident and proud again. Standing upstairs, Horace stared at Vickie''s


    back and snickered.


    It turned out that he did the right thing or Vickie would not leave so soon.


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    "Horace, look! Neo grows up," ra held arger doll in her arms. Seeing one''s own child grow up was


    indeed enjoyable.


    In order to cheer ra up, Horace deliberately bought arger doll for her. Her happy smile also


    delighted him.


    That evening, ra had a horrifying nightmare.


    In her dream, Neo died in front of her and she could do nothing to save him. She was helpless.


    She was anxious and worried.


    Gradually, ra found that what she had been holding all the time was not Neo but only a doll.


    Suddenly, she hated herself to the extreme.


    It was fortunate that the nightmare did notst long and she had another dream soon. Then, she


    readjusted her posture and fell asleep soundly again.


    "Morning, ra," the next morning, Horace smilingly greeted ra when he found that she was awake.


    However, ra gave no response but only stared at the ceiling nkly, like a lifeless puppet.


    "ra, what''s wrong? Are you okay?" worried that ra was ill, Horace sprung up soberly and his


    eyes were examining ra closely.


    ra seemed to be acting weird, pale and dull. No matter how Horace talked to her, she gave no


    response.