Happy Mommy Happy Daddy full novel
Chapter 30

Chapter 30 Daddy, You Are Despicable and Shameless

There was only the sound of the wind and the sound of Alora's even breathing.

"Ding-"

There was a notification from the phone that the battery was too low.

Alora was stunned and quickly turned off the flashlight, wanting to call her friend with the last bit of battery.

But as soon as the number was dialed out, the screen of the phone turned black.

There was no electricity.

Endless darkness engulfed her.. Alora felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest. The silent air and silent darkness around her were like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, about to swallow her! She was afraid of the dark.

The woman looked at the moonlight outside the window in despair and began to cry for help like a madwoman.

"Is there anyone?"

"Someone come!"

"Is anyone here?" She knocked on the locked door with all her might, trying to make a louder noise. Until her hands hurt and her throat was hoarse, but no one came. In the end, Alora leaned against the door in despair.

The wound on her shoulder began to hurt again.

The strength that Truett had used to pinch her shoulder was too great. She could even feel that her wound had been torn open by Truett's fingers.

However, when she just woke up, the fear of darkness surpassed the pain on her shoulder.

Now that it was quiet, she could clearly feel the unbearable pain.

She closed her eyes. The experience from five years ago began to replay in front of her eyes, the man from five years ago, and the dead fetus in her stomach five years ago.

"Your lips are so soft, so sweet..."

"Shameless bastard!"

"You don't have any personality at all!"

"You can't even protect a child. Why don't you die?"

"The child is dead, and you still want money? Bah!"

She was so stiff that she didn't dare move a muscle, as if the past would press down on her and make her unable to breathe. Her tears began to fall silently. She gripped her hair tightly with her fingers, trying to wake herself up with the pain.

But all of this was futile... After an unknown period of time.

"Bang-!" the door to the lounge was kicked open.

As the door opened, everything around lit up in an instant. Alora quickly raised her head.

At the door stood Samir, who was wearing a military green windbreaker.

His body was tall and straight.

The lights in the corridor illuminated his entire body. She looked at him and saw him approaching her step by step. It was as if her heart had been fiercely hit by something

At that moment, she felt that he was light.

That light could dispel all darkness and nightmares.

"Alora."

He walked to her side and called out her name in a low voice.

Her nose instantly turned sour.

Almost instinctively, she opened her arms and threw herself directly into his arms. "Mr. Rowan...”

The woman's arms hugged him tightly. From her trembling body, he could feel her fear. The man lowered his eyes. "You're fine now." His comforting words caused Alora's tears to surge as if they had broken a dike.

The woman's tears soaked his windbreaker, wetting his chest. "Fortunately, you came..."

"I thought I was going to die!"

"You won't." "Let's go home," the man said as he picked her up.

"Yes."

The woman nodded her head vigorously. Her small hands gripped his shirt tightly as her body trembled.

Samir carried her and strode out of the lounge.

Outside, Film City's boss, the person in charge of the set, and all of Film City's management were respectfully divided into two rows and guarding the door.

When they saw Samir walk out of the lounge with a woman in his arms, they lowered their heads and held their breath, not daring to breathe.

It was not until the man carried Alora to the side of the car that the Film City's boss summoned the courage to catch up, "Mr. Rowan, it was really an accident." "Normally, such an accident would not have happened..."

Samir raised his head indifferently. His gaze and voice were sharp, "Usually, this kind of accident would not have happened to others. Is this is a special gift for me?" The man's voice was indifferent and cold, but the deterrence contained in it made the boss's heart fiercely tremble!

He hurriedly shook his head, and his voice trembled. "I will investigate it thoroughly..."

"You have one day to do it."

Someone opened the car door. Samir gently placed the woman in his arms on the back seat of the car. "If I can't replace the specific person, I will assume that you are targeting me."

After that, he gracefully got into the car and the black Maserati drove away.

Boss Taylor stood there humbly until the shadow of the car could no longer be seen. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief. Check it for me! Check it all night!"

"Do you want to check who the woman just now is and what is her relationship with Mr. Rowan?" Someone carefully came over.

Boss Taylor gave him a cold glance, "Do you think you have lived too long? How dare you investigate the matter of Mr. Rowan?"

The man left dejectedly.

However...

Boss Taylor slightly raised the corner of his lips. Since the person that Mr. Rowan loved was in his Film City, this was his opportunity to rise up!

The Maserati sped on the empty street at midnight.

Alora laid in Samir's arms and fell into a deep sleep The woman's fair and small hands tugged at the fabric on the front of his windbreaker. Even though she was asleep, her small hands were still tightly clutching his clothes, not relaxing in the slightest.

Samir raised his hand and tucked the hair on her temples behind her ears.

The woman's facial features were small and delicate. When she was asleep, her long eyelashes were like butterflies that gently trembled on her face. "Don't touch me!"

"No, I beg you, please don't..."

As if having a very difficult nightmare, the woman tightened her grip on his shirt, her face full of pain.

Samir frowned and tightened his grip on her arm.

"She should be afraid of the dark."

After giving Alora a system check, Mark Edmundson sighed lightly, "Her symptoms are her stress reactions to darkness."

After saying that, he looked up at Samir, "Has she suffered any stimulation in the past?"

"I don't know," Samir shook his head.

His understanding of her was limited to the information provided by the Van family.

Today, Alexander had asked him about her past, but he did not know.

Now that Mark asked him, he still did not know what kind of stimulation she had suffered.

In the past, he only thought that she was a simple girl like a piece of white paper, but now, he found that he really did not understand her past at all.

This kind of feeling made him inexplicably a little agitated. "What kind of stimulation could make her become like this?"

"Are you sure you want me to tell you?" Mark was silent for a moment.

The man glanced at him coldly. His eyes seemed to be able to kill. "You were the one who asked me to say it."

"Actually, there is no pattern to this reaction." Mark cleared his throat.

"Like that woman's death became your trauma, in that respect, she has a stress reaction to darkness because something bad must have happened in the darkness."

Even the sound of a needle falling to the ground in the study room could have been heard clearly.

"I will say it again, I have no problem in any respect." The man sitting on the main seat was cold. "Hmph, bragging!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, the door to the study room was pushed open. "If you have no problem, why don't you get Mommy to give me a sister?" James stood at the door with his hands on his hips. Mark: "..."

This little brat really dared to say it! Samir took out his phone and dialed a number. “Your good grandson James will play chess with you for a whole day tomorrow." James: "

"Daddy, you are despicable and shameless!"