Chapter 1120 Angle for Sympathy


    "You should!" Felicia eximed, pping her hands in agreement.


    She looked at the Old Madam, asking, "So, what''s your n? Do you want to meet Mr. McDaniel?"


    "Since they''re already here, why not?" the Old Madam replied, lifting the covers. "Besides, I don''t


    have much time left. He wants to use me as a pawn. If I don''t see him and take revenge, who


    knows when I''ll get another chance?"


    "What are you talking about?" Felicia helped her out of bed, sounding displeased. "You will live long


    enough to see Mr. Julien and Ms. Raines remarry. You can even hold your great-grandson. Maybe


    you''ll even attend Mr. Jayden''s wedding. By the way, he''ll be back soon. He''s close to the finals,


    right?"


    The Old Madam chuckled. "That kid has been gone for several months, and I really miss him."


    "In that case, should I give him a call tomorrow? When hees back, he can visit you


    immediately," Felicia suggested, helping the Old Madam put on her coat.


    The Old Madam waved her hand. "No need. If you ask Jayden toe straight over when he


    returns, Velma might be jealous and me me for not allowing them to meet. I don''t want to deal


    with that. Besides, Jayden wille to see me sooner orter, so there is no need to urge him to


    come."


    "I see." Felicia nodded but grumbled, "Speaking of which, Velma has been married for many years,


    yet she hasn''t improved herself at all. Back then, you hired many tutors to teach her social etiquette


    and all kinds of skills, hoping she would improve. But instead, she gave those teachers headaches.


    It was unbelievable."


    "Forget it. It''s all in the past. Fortunately, Velma is afraid of Julien. I''m not worried that she''ll cause


    trouble once I''m gone. Besides, Syd is no longer the woman she used to be. Perhaps Velma will


    end up in her hands one day," said the Old Madam, putting on the final piece of clothing.


    Felicia smiled. "You''re right."


    "Let''s go and meet the old man," the Old Madam said, taking the cane that Felicia handed over.


    Felicia hummed in consent and helped her walk toward the door.


    The door opened once again, and the guard was still standing outside.


    At the sight of them, the guard quickly bowed. "Madam."


    The Old Madam nodded. "Go and invite Mr. McDaniel to the main hall. I''ll meet him there."


    "Yes, ma''am." The guard nodded and left with the order.


    Felicia apanied Old Madam Flint out of the room and headed toward the main hall.


    On the way, Felicia suddenly remembered something and asked, "Madam, should we tell Mr. Julien


    about Mr. McDaniel''s visit? I don''t think he knows anything about it."


    "It''s okay. If you tell him, he will be worried ande over immediately. It''s not safe to drive at night.


    Besides, do you think Mr. McDaniel would dare to do anything to me?"


    "He wouldn''t dare to." Felicia shook her head without hesitation.


    "Yeah."


    At the same time, at the entrance of the old residence.


    The winter was harsher in Port City than in other cities. At night, the wind would blow, and it was


    freezing.


    y and his father trembled in the cold, huddling together and longing to bury their heads inside


    their coats.


    "Dad, why don''t we wait in the car? It''s much warmer with the heater on," y suggested, looking at


    the car parked across the street, clearly puzzled.


    And he felt jealous.


    Of whom? His driver, of course.


    While they were suffering in the cold wind, the driver stayed in the warm car.


    Perhaps the driver wasughing at them for their stupidity.


    Mr. McDaniel nced at the car and rubbed his hands. "Do you think I don''t know what you''re


    thinking? However, we came over to ask a favor, and by standing in the cold, we can show our


    sincerity."


    "I see. You mean we should angle for sympathy." y leaned closer to his father.


    Mr. McDaniel didn''t say anything. It was acquiescence.


    He indeed wanted to use the trick of appealing to pathos.


    The Old Madam might go soft when she saw them waiting in the cold for so long.


    "Brilliant idea!" y praised, giving his father a thumbs up.


    Mr. McDaniel nced at him and said, "Enough with the ttery. Stand properly and stop talking.


    We don''t want anyone overhearing us when theye out."


    "Oh." y cringed and moved back.


    However, it didn''t take long for him to lean over again. "The security guard has been inside for so


    long. Why still hasn''t hee out? Maybe the Old Madam doesn''t want to see us. She couldn''t turn


    them down directly, so she chose to ignore us."


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    Mr. McDaniel was stunned. That was possible.


    As his father remained silent, y''s heart skipped a beat. "Oh, Dad, do you also think it''s possible?"


    "If the Old Madam knows about what happened online, then it''s possible," Mr. McDaniel said


    uncertainly.


    y lost his cool. "If that''s the case, we came here and suffered in the cold for nothing, didn''t we?


    Mr. McDaniel''s face twitched. He was about to say something when the door to the guard room


    opened. The security guard came out and approached them.


    Mr. McDaniel tugged at his son''s clothes. "Quiet! Someone ising."


    y quicklyposed his expression. He stood properly and refrained from grumbling.


    "Mr. McDaniel." The security guard came over and said, "The Old Madam agrees to see you.


    Please follow me."


    The security guard gestured for them to follow him.


    y exchanged a look with his father, seeing relief in each other''s eyes.


    Fortunately, the Old Madam was willing to see them. It meant she didn''t care too much about the


    matter online.


    With that in mind, Mr. McDaniel and y were more reassured about meeting with the Old Madam.


    This was y''s first time visiting the old residence of the Flint family.


    It was a typical garden-style architecture, and it was huge.


    He had never seen such arge mansion before. He had only heard of them. Thergest mansion


    he had seen before consisted of only five courtyards.


    But this one consisted of more than ten courtyards.


    While walking, he kept looking around like a bumkin and nothing like the president of apany.


    Not only him, but even his father was secretly surveying the ce.


    Mr. McDaniel was just more reserved than his son.


    As a matter of fact, he had been here twice, thus not as surprised as his son.


    But this ce was rather breathtaking that he was still impressed.


    "This ce is magnificent and beautiful," y whispered to his father, following behind the security


    guard.