Basil Smith was full of confusion.
What was Emma Lewis’s attitude? She actually let Sophie go find young master Shaw alone.
What if the young master gets angry and drives the child away?
How could such a young child withstand the young master’s indifference?
Basil squatted down, looking at the child with a hint of distress in his eyes behind his glasses, and said, "Sophie, I can take you upstairs, but the young master... might not talk to you much."
Sophie nodded, "Mm, I know."
Basil reached out to pick up Sophie and was about to enter the private elevator.
Sophie suddenly turned to wave at the security guard, "Thank you, uncle."
Thomas Carter smiled warmly.
Basil suddenly said to Thomas, "From now on, when Sophie comes, you can notify me directly."
Thomas nodded seriously, completely unaware of the significant privilege he had just received.
The faces of several receptionists turned pale.
This little girl was really Bob’s niece.
Basil didn’t make it difficult for anyone, holding Sophie as they went upstairs, pointing to the closed office door ahead, he said to Sophie, "He’s in that office."
Sophie solemnly said, "Okay, I’ll knock on the door myself, Uncle Basil, don’t worry, I’m not afraid of him!"
Basil thought to himself, you’re not afraid, but I am...
Sophie confidently walked toward the office and knocked on the door.
From inside the office came a cold, stern voice, "Come in."
Sophie tiptoed to open the door and went in.
Once again, she saw the father who once told her not to appear again.
Godfery Shaw had assumed it was Basil and then heard a childish address.
Godfery, who was signing documents, paused, leaving an ink spot on the paper, frowned, and looked up at the visitor.
At that moment, the pen was still perched on the paper, and the ink spot grew larger, but Godfery seemed unaware, just staring blankly at the child before him.
It was as if he had returned to that small dark room, peeping outside through the door crack, seeing a little girl as bright as sunlight.
The little girl before him looked almost identical to young Amelia.
There was no need to ask, he knew instantly who this child was.
More than two years ago, Godfery had seen this child. At that time, Sophie was two and a half, born frail and hard to keep, she was thin as a monkey in her early years, her features had not developed, and she looked completely different from now.
At this moment, Godfery just realized how much this child resembled Amelia.
So much so that he instantly recalled those past events.
The desperate seclusion of that year.
He had surgery in the emergency room for a full 24 hours.
He had gone all out, but in the end, a strong will to live kept him alive.
Amelia wouldn’t die; if he died, no one would protect Amelia in the future. In his haze, this was what the voice said.
So he survived, determined to wait for Amelia.
The first thing he did after waking up was to take action against the Shaw family.
Amos Shaw had to die; there was no chance of a comeback!
Those old fellows had cultivated Amos for so many years, even arranged so many aides for him, but the moment Amos made his move, he fell flat at Godfery’s hands, unable to get back up, filled with reluctance.
But reluctance was useless, Godfery struck with crushing finality.
The Shaw family gave up on Amos, attempting to use the Shaw family’s control to soften Godfery.
However, they soon discovered that Godfery had never planned to wait for an inheritance.
What Godfery wanted, he never intended to wait for handouts, but to seize it for himself. Whether they wished to give or not, they had to!
Godfery began his swift annexation of the Shaw family.
At that time, Godfery knew that he and Amelia had a child.
Elijah was fake, so Amelia’s child had to be his.
He hadn’t thought of taking the child back.
To him, family and relatives were unimportant.
Like his mother who lived in Capital City with the Shaw family, always threatening him with herself, and the father who could abandon him without hesitation.
What family? He didn’t believe in family.
His actions became increasingly ruthless, his methods more fierce, with more people beginning to fear him.
He only wanted to wait for Amelia to wake up.
Some time later, he received news from the Allen family that Amelia was still alive, but she hadn’t awakened.
A year, two years, three years...
Amelia never awakened, possibly never would.
Godfery’s twisted personality began to blame himself, thinking it was because this monster clung to Amelia that Amelia became this way.
It was all his fault.
In such near-consuming self-blame, Emma Lewis came with three-year-old Sophie.
Emma told Godfery that the child Amelia had given birth to was his.
In this twisted indifference, Godfery coldly told Emma to take the child away, never to return.
Now, five years have passed.
This time, the child came on her own.
Seeing the other side silent, Sophie thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Shaw, I came today just to ask you why you don’t want me. Is it because you don’t love me?"
Godfery frowned, "What did you call me?"
He should have impatiently driven the person out, yet Godfery himself hadn’t expected that his first reaction was to focus on the address.
Sophie hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Shaw, mainly because you’re already this old. I can’t call you Shaw brother, it would mess up the hierarchy."
Godfery’s frown deepened.
"Mr. Shaw, could you answer my question?"
Godfery said indifferently, "Yes, I don’t love you. I don’t think there’s a necessity to maintain our relationship."
Family and parents, he had long since become indifferent to them, he didn’t need them.
Sophie furrowed her little brows, yet she wasn’t sad, rather, she seemed to be contemplating something, and after a while, she said, "Well, it’s normal that you don’t love Sophie, Sophie doesn’t know you well either, but I think our relationship is still quite necessary."
Godfery raised an eyebrow.
Sophie continued on her own accord, "Let’s try getting to know each other, Mr. Shaw, if after we interact you still feel the same, then let’s forget it, a forced melon isn’t sweet."
"Why do you want to do this?"
"Because I think I am quite adorable, and if Mr. Shaw doesn’t try, how would you know you don’t need a daughter? Grandpa told me, if someone doesn’t love me, I don’t need to feel sad, because no feelings come from nowhere, they require interaction."
Godfery was frowning, as if he was thinking.
The two had already talked for several minutes, Godfery had no realization that his patience was surprisingly good, talking more than he ever did when instructing Bob on work. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽
While Godfery was thinking.
Sophie suddenly said happily, "Of course, the bond with my mom isn’t something needing interaction, I inherently love my mom."
Evidently, he was indifferent towards the little girl before him.
Yet, somehow, it felt different.
Godfery thought this difference might be because this child bore too much resemblance to Amelia.
Sophie’s big eyes looked at Godfery, naively asking, "So, Mr. Shaw, would you be willing to get to know me a bit?"