Chapter 1312: Chapter 1307: Sophie Foster’s Origin
She smiled again and followed Nicholas Croft’s lead, saying, "Although I was very angry before when she took you away from me, she is, after all, my sister. Blood is thicker than water, and even though the mistake was huge, she’s dead now, what else can I hold onto?"
"Really?" Nicholas Croft looked up once more, his two words indifferent, staring at Hannah Hargrave, his gaze seeming to pierce through her.
Averting Nicholas Croft’s gaze, Hannah Hargrave lowered her eyes and smiled, and when she looked up again, her eyes were clear with sincerity, "Enough of that, today is the day we reunite as husband and wife, let’s not talk about unhappy things."
Seeing Hannah Hargrave’s enthusiastic demeanor, Nicholas Croft glanced at her raised wine glass, then picked up his own to clink with hers, and Hannah Hargrave boldly downed her glass in one go. Nicholas Croft’s lips curved slightly with amusement, and he tilted his head back to finish his glass of red wine.
He is a man, naturally his drinking capacity wouldn’t be worse than hers.
After a few glasses, Hannah Hargrave was slightly tipsy, her cheeks blushing, and she kept giggling at Nicholas Croft.
With one hand resting on the table and the other supporting her chin, she looked at Nicholas Croft and chuckled, "Nicholas... I’ve never understood... we’ve worked together for so many years, am I really less attractive than a little immature kid?"
Nicholas Croft didn’t answer immediately but poured red wine into two goblets, handing one to Hannah Hargrave and keeping one for himself.
Upon receiving the glass, Hannah Hargrave sipped while staring at Nicholas Croft, seemingly waiting for his answer.
Nicholas Croft held his glass, gently swirling it while his dark eyes settled on the dark red liquid inside, his lips curling slightly as he said, "If you believe that love can follow precedence, then let me tell you, before you, I knew Lara, we lived together, and she hurt you that time out of jealousy."
Hannah Hargrave...
Her dazed eyes were momentarily confused, but then she laughed, "How could it be? She was always studying abroad, sent away by Father at a young age..."
"That’s just the unified story your Hargrave Family tells outside. Lara isn’t born of your mother, I know, she’s your father’s illegitimate daughter, sent away to recognize her roots after causing trouble in a nightclub." Nicholas Croft ruthlessly exposed Hannah Hargrave’s lie.
"How... do you know all this?" Hannah Hargrave seemed to sober up a bit, and Nicholas Croft lowered his eyes, chuckling lightly, "When we were living together, she was still messing around in nightclubs, you say, how could I not know?"
"Sigh..." Hannah Hargrave frowned and sighed, not knowing if it was out of helplessness or disappointment. Then she picked up her wine glass and sipped the red wine, her lazy demeanor looking quite intoxicated.
Nicholas Croft raised his gaze, gently swirling the wine glass while secretly observing her reaction.
"Are you okay?"
"Hehe... I’m fine." Hannah Hargrave raised her hand, waving it somewhat unsteadily, "I’m good at drinking, even if I’m drunk, you’d take me back to the room, right?"
"Ha," Nicholas Croft chuckled lightly, lowered his gaze while swirling the wine glass deliberately making small talk, "I heard it was Lara’s mother who seduced the old Hargrave?"
"Not really," when she heard Nicholas Croft say this, Hannah Hargrave waved her hand again, "According to my mom... it was my dad who drugged Lara’s mom... then threatened her with a videotape... because after my mom had me she couldn’t conceive again, he wanted that woman to give him a son. But, haha..."
At this point, Hannah Hargrave covered her lips with the back of her hand and laughed, Nicholas Croft’s eyes slightly sharpened, "But then what?"
"But then my mom bribed the nurses at the hospital, so when that woman had an ultrasound she was told it was a girl, and when she gave birth the nurse switched her baby boy with another mother’s baby..."
