Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection - Season 2 Episode 91

Watching the person rushing towards me, I instinctively dodged backwards, only to suddenly feel

someone wrap their arms around my waist, pulling me back. The little girl who had been charging

straight at me ended up missing her target and fell flat on the ground.

“Ouch.” The little girl on the ground was wailing in pain from the fall.

I turned back to look at the person who had pulled me, only to see a man standing a full head taller

than me behind me. He was also looking down at me at that moment, our eyes meeting. The man

spoke. “Are you okay?”

Looking at the man’s resolute jawline. I nodded, straightened up and pulled away from his embrace,

saying, “Thank you.”

It seemed that Walter was slightly displeased with my active distancing and unfamiliarity. He furrowed

his brows slightly and turned his gaze to the little girl who was still lying on the ground.

After he gave Roy a signal, Roy stepped forward and helped the person up.

The little girl looked at us, her gaze first fiercely fixed on me. Then, upon noticing Walter beside me, her

gaze clearly faltered, followed by a few seconds of rigid bewilderment. Before she had time to change

her emotions, her voice instinctively called out, “Walter.”

Hearing this address, I was slightly taken aback, involuntarily looking towards Walter. Did we know

each other?

Walter looked at her, his face impassive, a slight frown creasing his brow as he said, “Gianna

Hendrix?”

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The little girl nodded repeatedly, her eyes lighting up instantly. She looked at him and said, “Walter, I

didn’t expect you to remember me.” After saying this, she seemed to think of something and asked,

“Are you here to talk about work with my dad?”

Walter didn’t respond to her, instead he turned to me, a puzzled look on my face, and said, “Cousin-in-

law, you’ve been to the old house before, we’ve met a few times.”

Hearing Walter’s words, I paused. Emma’s cousin, it’s normal that I haven’t seen her since I rarely visit

the old house. I frowned slightly and hummed in response.

Before he could say anything, a few men came from the other side of the corridor.

One of the middle-aged men took the lead in greeting Walter with a laugh, “Mr. Hinton, long time no

see.”

Walter nodded and greeted the man, saying, “Mr. Hendrix, long time no see.”

Hearing this address, I subconsciously took a few more glances at the middle-aged man and

recognized him as Jacob Hendrix, the leader who often spoke on River City News.

The two had just finished greeting each other when Gianna, standing to the side, softly called out to

Jacob, “Dad!” Her voice was soft, but the corridor was quiet, and there weren’t many people around.

Plus, her face was bruised, and her voice was choked with emotion, as if she was about to burst into

tears at any moment. She looked so wronged that it was hard for anyone not to notice.

Hearing her voice, Jacob looked over and saw the disheveled Gianna. His smile froze on his face, and

for a moment he couldn’t hold back, blurting out, “Gianna, what happened to you? Why is your nose

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bleeding? Your face…”

Seeing the clear slap mark on her face, Jacob could no longer hide his anger. He asked in a low voice,

“Who did this to you?”

Tears had already started to fall from Gianna’s eyes like pearls, pitter- pattering down. She turned her

head to look at me, pointing at me and said, “It’s her, Dad, she hit me.”

Jacob swept a cold glance at me. The middle-aged man was angry, expressionless, but intimidating

enough. However, before I could meet Jacob’s murderous gaze, I was pulled behind by Walter.

I paused for a moment, looking up to see Walter’s broad back.

Jacob saw his movement, his brows furrowed, but the anger on his face lessened a bit, his voice

softened as he said, “Mr. Hinton, this is…”

Walter’s voice was faint, devoid of emotion, “My wife, Tabatha, I had just arrived before Mr. Hendrix did.

I’m not sure what happened.”

The implication was that it was unclear what was right or wrong, so it was best for Jacob not to make

any rash moves.

I stood behind Walter for a few seconds before moving to stand beside him, calmly looking at Jacob

and saying, “Hello Mr. Hendrix, I’m Tabatha. The injury on your daughter’s face was caused by me.”

Jacob’s face darkened, he didn’t rush to speak, but just glanced at Walter beside me, lowered his voice

and said to me, “Ms. Conner, there should always be a reason for hitting someone, right?”

I nodded, turning my gaze to Gianna, and said, “Little girl, would you like to speak, or should I

explain?”

Gianna, with red eyes, glanced at me, then at Walter, biting her lip for a moment before asking, “Are

you Walter’s wife?”

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This question was completely irrelevant.

I didn’t respond, but the little girl’s eyes turned red again, this time her crying seemed somewhat

reluctant.

Upon seeing this, I calmly explained to Jacob how Gianna had bumped into me and insulted me

instead of apologizing. After hearing this, Jacob furrowed his brows and shot a sidelong glance at

Gianna.

He then looked at me, his voice low and displeased, “Ms. Conner, Gianna was indeed in the wrong, but

even if she was reckless, you shouldn’t have hit her. She’s still just a child. I’ve never had the heart to

lay a hand on her since she was little.”