One Meet By Chance

After saying that, Enrique turned around and walked out of the ward. He wanted to give Teresa a chance, but it was her own
business to make a choice.
It was already dusk. Teresa looked out of the window at the sunset. In fact, what she cared about was not the so-called kinship,
but the words Enrique just said. Your mother was raped by Ives.
What kind of man was he? How could he do such a thing?
Maybe it was only a part of the story that Enrique had told her. That was all. What she didn't know was too much. Her eyes
trembled slightly.
There was no need for her to make a choice. On the one hand, there was the foster father who raised her as his own daughter,
and her two children. On the other hand, there was just a man who was related to her by blood.
Most importantly, she didn't know that man at all. Although it was impossible to determine what kind of person Ives was just by
listening to one's opinion, a man who did such a thing was obviously not a good man.
Sighing slightly, Teresa reached out her hand and gently touched Brain's face. It seemed that she had to take good care of these
two children after going home.
As for Lydia, well, there was a long time ahead and she didn't need to be in a hurry. Even if Enrique didn't deal with her, she
would do it herself. Why did that woman stay in the Shen Family? She must have a bad intention.
When Enrique came in with the dinner in his hand, Teresa fell asleep on the bedside. He put the dinner on the table and went
out.
"Come in, Enrique."
As soon as Enrique went out, Harris poked his head out of another ward and called him in.
In the ward, Jerome was also there. He leaned against the door with a long face. Albert was still angry. Enrique looked at his two
fathers carefully and then looked at Uncle Gavin.
"Enrique, tell me everything you know about Teresa."
Albert was lost in thought when he heard Enrique telling the whole story, especially what he said in the end. He said that he
wanted Teresa to think about it by herself.

"Albert, what are you worried about? Do you still think that Teresa is the kind of person who can't tell right from wrong? Even if
you tell Teresa what happened in the past, she is still the mother of the two children. She knows what decision she should
made."
Albert shook his head, indicating that he was not worried that Teresa would choose Ives. He knew his raised daughter well.
"I'm not afraid that Abby will choose that bastard Ives. I'm just worried that Abby will be depressed because of what happened in
the past. I'm afraid that she will come to a dead end. Maybe Abby will think about why she is the child of Ives. And I am afraid
that she would also think why she came to this world in that way."
"I don't think so."
Harris shook his head, and Albert seemed to think of something.
"Harris. I heard that you got food poisoning the day before Abby was in trouble? It is said that you treat Abby badly."
Harris was stunned and his face changed. How dare he mention that?
"How dare you say that? You guys are shameless. If it weren't for that big fish, how could I treat my daughter-in-law like this? I
know that Lydia has put something on that egg custard, but I still have to eat it. If you can do it, you can have a try."
Enrique glanced at his two fathers who were quarreling again. It was really a headache, but it also showed that in fact, after
Lydia came to their home, the three of them had already known all the things.
Although he also had doubts, he really didn't expect that Lydia would pretend to be lame and then follow them on the yacht. How
could she get on the yacht without invitation letter?
"Dad, father, Uncle Gavin, I suddenly feel that Lydia was not sent by Ives."
"Who else can it be if it's not Ives?"
Enrique was silent. There were so many people in the business world who wanted to kill him. But there were so many
coincidences in this matter. The other party even sent a woman who looked exactly like his deceased mother.
Most importantly, many of the habits were the same. Well, this was really worth thinking about.
The three old men might have known it and began to set up a trap. Unfortunately, it was too late for them to set up a trap. The
other party directly attacked Teresa.

"Enrique, what do you think about this matter? What do you want to do with Lydia?"
"I know what I'm doing. Don't worry."
"Then I'll let you do it. I really can't do anything to that face."
Harris said, and Albert, who was standing next to him, sighed. Anyway, Abby was fine, and his depression in the chest was
relieved.
In this way, he was in a good mood and in good spirit. Now he thought he could leave the hospital, but Enrique asked them to
calm down.
"Dad, Uncle Gavin, please let Teresa stay in the hospital for the time being. I'll go back to the Shen Family first."
"Take it easy, Enrique."
With a sneer, Enrique would certainly be more careful. He had to make a long-term plan to catch a big fish. It was impossible for
that woman not to contact the people over there, wasn't it?
He would like to see. Enrique drove back to the Shen Family. Before he left, he had told Mandy not to tell anyone that Teresa
was still alive.
Of course, Mandy would not refute. She didn't even tell her husband.
"Mr. Enrique, you are back?"
Mandy walked out to greet Enrique, but she saw the tired look on Enrique's face. She looked back, but didn't see Mrs. Teresa
coming back. She looked at Mr. Enrique with confusion.
"Mandy, bring me some wine."
"What? Mr. Enrique, are you still drinking?"
"Cut the crap. Hurry up."
Glancing at Enrique, Mandy sighed, turned around and went to get the wine. She also ordered the kitchen to cook several
dishes. Drinking without eating something was too harmful to health.

The injury on Lydia's foot seemed to be almost healed. She said that she could take off the plaster in a few days. Mandy just
nodded and told her to be careful.
For some reason, Mandy just didn't like Lydia. When she came downstairs, she saw Mandy.
"Mandy, is Enrique back?"
"Well, Mr. Enrique is not in a good mood recently. You'd better not provoke him."
"Okay, I know."
After last time, Mandy thought this woman had learned her lesson, but she didn't expect that as soon as she finished speaking,
she saw Lydia walking towards the Enrique again.
Sitting at the table, with a bottle of wine in his hand, Enrique looked drunk. Lydia sat next to Enrique.