"I don’t want that," Jared Quinn responded very quickly,

He just wanted Melody Thorne to continue being his little wife, his little woman, as she always was. He didn’t want her to become so strong, but if she wanted to inherit this place and make herself stronger, he wouldn’t stop her either. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

As long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters to him.

"I don’t like it here either," especially today when she was punishing Stella Seymour and Clara, her uncles were all expressionless, as if they weren’t their daughters and niece.

"Then we’ll go back as soon as possible," Jared’s arms tightened around her. "Once we’re back, you can do anything you like."

He had considered it, Melody was free too. She loved freedom so much, so let her do whatever she wanted, as long as she didn’t cheat on him, everything was fine.

Melody Thorne’s lips curled up; she really wanted to tell him that she actually had another company with great ambitions, planning to take over all the small companies around and build an entertainment empire, and this was just the beginning.

Who knows, Jared Quinn, with his strong heart, was already worried to the maximum, afraid that something might happen to his woman and their child.

In the morning, Jared woke up at seven, while Melody stayed asleep until nine.

Harold Chapman was discussing some matters with Jared.

"Did you find the drunk man?" Melody asked, sipping on milk as she walked out.

"Yes, found him at the construction site yesterday. He’s been locked up now, and our people are interrogating him," Harold said.

"Did he say anything?" Melody’s heart was a bit excited.

"He did say, at the time his coworker fell from a high building on the site, their head impaled on rebar, limbs completely shattered, and somehow, inexplicably, he saw the Seymour Family people cremate him and buried him in the Seymour Family graveyard. So over the years, he often goes there to visit."

"That means what’s inside is really not my dad," Melody’s grip on her milk cup tightened, as she seemed to hear the man’s voice saying he was happy to have her as a daughter, that she was his little princess, his pride,

But where was he now, was he still okay?

Melody’s chest heaved with emotion, "Is there a possibility my dad faked his death back then just to avoid that damn clan elder’s prophecy?"

"It’s possible," Jared’s big hand gently stroked her back to calm her down.

Melody returned to the bedroom, brought out a small robot with Howard Seymour’s recordings, maybe there was a clue in it, since Howard left this for her, did it mean he intended to tell her where he was?

One by one, the recordings played. From her birth, Howard left a few words every day, over thirty entries, with a few days in between, then continued with the next entry.

"My daughter, I know the Seymour Family will definitely bring her back, but what I most hope for is that she doesn’t return, I’d rather her be happy outside."

"It’s very high here, no one has ever come in, and I insisted on coming in to see what exactly is hidden here," the recording deliberately lowered its voice, then there was nothing more, the recording completely ended with that entry.