Stuart Floyd put down the teacup, looked at his wife in silence for a while, and then said in a deep voice, "Celine, treat Nicole a bit better, and take good care of his health. Don't worry, our child will surely return to us."
Celine Sutton sighed, "I really don't understand how money can have such a huge influence, making people lose their humanity. That year, he framed you, his own brother, causing you to bear a lifetime of infamy. Doesn't he really feel guilty at all?"
Thinking of past events, Stuart Floyd tightened his grip on the cup, his eyes filled with hatred, "Someone who can even scheme against his own wife—would he know how to spell 'guilt'? I fear he wouldn't even know how to write 'face'!"
Celine Sutton's eyes welled up with deep red, her voice choked, "Mr. Xavier Turner, let them have the family inheritance if they want it. We don't need it, just bring the child back, okay? I only want my child to come home; we can give up the assets we originally had."
