Chapter 1185: 1187: Gerry Peary Needs a Mother

Andrew suddenly felt a headache! This damn woman!

Which man would be willing to let his woman meet another man?

And this man is the one this damn woman keeps thinking about.

"Then you can just stay in Sicily for the rest of your life!"

He angrily shoved Shirley Grant aside and strode forward, leaving the Living Room.

Shirley stood there with a bitter smile flickering across her lips, forcing back her tears.

"Andrew, if I find out you’ve hurt him! Even if it means going down with you, I won’t spare you!"

Upstairs, Andrew felt a wave of frustration.

Damn!

To be in such a situation is truly a failure.

Impatiently, he took off his suit and forcefully threw it onto the sofa.

Andrew was unbearably irritable.

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Capital Town, Morgan Mansion.

After getting his medication, Alan Morgan returned home, frowning as he watched his mother busy around.

"Gerry is much better now, and stop always preparing those low-nutrition sweets for him."

His mother paused, turning to look at Alan with displeasure.

"Children love these; you can’t be this way, or the child won’t be close to you in the future."

If Gerry doesn’t grow fond of them, it would be absolutely unacceptable.

Gerry is still young and often misses his mother. She wants Gerry to forget that woman.

Their family can offer him better.

Moreover, it’s still unknown whether Shirley Grant is dead or alive now.

Not long ago, she received news that Shirley escaped, and she worried she might return.

But who would have thought Shirley was unfortunately caught on the ship she was on?

If this isn’t fate, what is?

After all this time without Shirley’s appearance, it’s clear Shirley must be dead.

Dead is good, for the dead will never disrupt the lives of the living.

Now Alan has forgotten her too.

This is indeed Heaven’s most perfect arrangement.

She should burn incense in gratitude.

"Boys are different from girls; you can’t just spoil them continuously."

For someone who needs to carve out his own path, how can you give him an ivory tower?

His mother listened, greatly disagreeing.

"Gerry isn’t like other kids; he’s suffered a lot, and now he’s still lying in the Hospital. How can you be so harsh? How will the child ever grow fond of you?"

His mother disagreed, watching Alan, then packed what she made into the storage box.

"You should visit Gerry more often, say more pleasant words. Kids aren’t like adults; they can’t understand on their own. Their thoughts aren’t so complex."

"You know, be kinder to him, and he will remember your kindness."

His mother kept nagging, then sighed after finishing.

"You just don’t know how to talk; otherwise, Gerry would have been inseparable from you by now."

Shaking her head, she tidied up and prepared to leave.

"By the way, I’ve discussed this with your father earlier, you’re not young anymore. There’s an auction in a few days; the Morgan Family received an invitation. You have to go, there’ll be a banquet in the evening, you can’t miss it."

His mother almost forgot the most important thing, and quickly reminded him.

"Mom!"

"No room for negotiation. We didn’t pressure you before, but things are different now. Gerry will eventually need a mother."

"Those notable young ladies, you’re the only one for whom I won’t have to worry."