From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1536: 694 Jade Face Peach Blossom_1 Chapter 1536: 694 Jade Face Peach Blossom_1 The Harts’ Villa.

The cry of an infant broke the slightly somber atmosphere at the breakfast table.

Nana Breezent stood up, took the child from the nanny’s arms, and held him in her own, attempting to soothe him.

This boy was the child she shared with Digby Hart, born at the end of October last year.

The old man was incredibly fond of his little grandson, as precious to him as the apple of his eye.

He rushed back from the Restorative Home abroad just to hold him all day, boasting about his grandson with his old friends.

The old man also held great hopes for him, naming him Lorcan Hart, meaning to soar up high and invigorate the family.

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She had experienced many complications early in her pregnancy.

The pregnancy was unstable.

Although Aubree Groove left some antidotes before leaving, which helped save the child, he was still born prematurely.

Thankfully, with the advancements in medical science, the child was rescued in time and lived.

She took care of him meticulously.

The child was now seven months old; apart from being a bit lean, he was no different from other normal children.

This child wasn’t a troublemaker; he was quite calm.

He would just cry for his mother every morning after waking up.

Once he scented the familiar smell of milk, he would obediently go back to sleep and sleep till ten.

Apart from his weak physical strength and needing careful attention to his diet, the child was quite easygoing in all other ways.

With the child peacefully asleep in her arms, Nana Breezent dared not let go, instead turning her head to look at Digby Hart, seated at the head of the table.

Remembering what he said last night, she felt increasingly unhappy.

Digby finished his breakfast, accepted the coat handed to him by the servant and while wearing it, he walked over.

He planted a kiss on Nana Breezent’s forehead and with tenderness in his eyes, he then glanced at his son.

After lifting his head, his eyes still held a smile.

“Thank you for your hard work, madam.

I will come home early this afternoon and take you out for a stroll.”

“You focus on your work.

After all, that’s more important.” Nana Breezent emphasized the words ‘more important’.

Digby Hart’s gaze softened, followed by a long sigh.

“I know you’re not happy about it, but…

now that she has confessed, I can’t just wash my hands off her.

After all, I was the one who failed her.”

Nana Breezent hugged their child.

Now that she was a mother, she understood the challenges of being a parent.

Closing her lips tightly, she spoke indifferently, “I’m not saying you shouldn’t acknowledge her.

But she was the one who completely cut off ties earlier.

It’s rotten to the core.

If it hadn’t been for Aubree, I and the child might not have survived.

You donated your kidney to her, that should have been enough for fulfilling your fatherly duties.

She was the one who ruthlessly severed the bond.”

“Never mind, I’ve always known you’re a man of great loyalty and devotion.” This was one of the characteristics she admired most about him.

After Digby left, Nana Breezent sighed, “Blood is always thicker after all.”

Even if she didn’t like Alora Hart, that was Digby Hart’s biological daughter.

He had already given his kidney, so it would not be out of the ordinary for him to give more.

Nana Breezent pushed away these troubling thoughts and suddenly thought of Aubree Groove.

Aubree had been gone for over a year.

The Rintos claimed that she was abroad for advanced schooling.

For more than a year, there had been no news of her.

Any attempt to contact her through phone ended in vain.

Whenever she questioned Dallyn, the child always managed to evade the question.

Nana Breezent looked at the sleeping infant in her arms and whispered, “Lorcan, you have a smart and capable sister.

I wish she could meet you.”

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Digby Hart saw Alora Hart in the detention center, on the other side of a glass pane.

Despite his crushing disappointment in his daughter, seeing her thin and haggard state with chains clanging around, slumped over in her cell, he couldn’t help but pity her.

“Dad.” The word left Alora’s lips, immediately followed by sobs.

She sobbed inconsolably.

“I’m sorry…” apologizing for her naïve and foolish past.

Digby Hart remained silent, his deep-set eyes filled with darkness and uncertainty.

“I…

I really realize my mistakes now.

I’m not begging for your forgiveness.

For the future, forget that you ever had a daughter like me.”

“I had no luck in being your child in this life.

I only hope that we could be father and daughter in the next life.

As for mom and Madam Groove, please tell them for me…

I’m too ashamed to face them.

Ask them to forget this unfilial daughter.”

Alora Hart has confessed to all charges.

Even if Digby Hart hired the best defense lawyer for her, the punishment she faced would likely not be light, with a minimum of ten years imprisonment.

Upon leaving the detention center, Lorcan Hart came to meet him.

“Hire the best lawyer and apply for medical bail for her.”

Lorcan Hart sighed inwardly, knowing that his boss was still too soft-hearted.

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Digby Hart walked into his office, and the Secretary brought a large stack of documents to be signed.

Digby Hart signed each document, then convened a meeting with the Board of Directors, having lunch with several directors during the meeting.

Returning to the office and barely catching his breath, Lorcan Hart walked in.