Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 141

"Moira, do you have a good impression of him?" There was undisguised panic in Morgan's voice.

"Morgan, this is my personal matter, don't ask too much, I don't want to say it, the only thing you can do is stay away from me." Moira's voice was not aggressive, instead it had a bit of a pleading tone.

Morgan took a deep breath, "Then, what else can I do for you? What can I do to not hurt you?"

"No need, it's not appropriate for you to do anything for me. Goodbye." Moira hung up the phone after she finished speaking.

She thought that she could calm down, and then the phone started to sing again. She quickly took a glance at it, it was Sage.

She frowned and picked it up, "I see it, thank you."

"Who were you talking to just now? Morgan?" Sage's sensitive question was accurate.

Moira thought for almost a second and panicked, "That's not him! I'm on the phone with Libby."

"Is that so?" Sage questioned back suspiciously.

Moira was a little speechless, why did she have to avoid everything between her and Morgan right now? She could have told Sage that she was talking to Morgan on the phone.

"Thank you for making it for me. How much do you need?"

"No money! However, do you plan on letting this matter go just like that?" Sage's voice carried a dense coldness.

"So be it! If there's a follow-up, I'll handle it myself." Moira didn't know what else Molly wanted to do.

"Your sister?" Sage practically did not need to ask to confirm it.

"It's her! You can pick Lucas up in the afternoon, so I'll go back to my father's house first." Moira hoped to settle this at home.

"Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you back?" Sage asked.

Moira said with almost certainty, "There's no need, you just have to take good care of Lucas, this is my family's matter, I can take care of it myself, you haven't said how much it will cost to handle this information!"

"This matter is only a matter of words for me. If you want to thank me, then remember this. When I have the chance in the future, I will ask you to repay me." Sage also didn't want to waste this favor, because he knew that if he managed to earn one favor from her now, he might get a chance to gain benefits in the future.

Moira choked, and could only say, "Alright! I will remember this favor and when I have the chance in the future, I will repay you."

"Are you going back alone tonight?"

"Yes!"

"Alright! You don't need to worry about Lucas. If you don't handle this well, I will help you."

Now, Moira did not think like that either. She should establish her dignity in this house and take her seat as the young miss.

Moira's car drove to the main entrance and the security guards stopped her, "Miss, may I ask what you want to do?"

"I'm Moira, I'm looking for my father, Elias." Moira smiled, she did not show off, but used a smile just nice enough to let her bodyguard know her identity.

The bodyguard immediately froze for a moment, then respectfully smiled at her, "So it's the young miss of the Garcia Family. I couldn't recognize her for a moment, please forgive me."

Then, he opened the door to let her in, and Moira's car drove towards a row of car parks. Today, she deliberately dressed up, changing from her normal plain clothes to the appearance of a real big miss, elegantly dressed, spirited, with light makeup on her face. The golden, elegant high heel shoe made her give off the air of a big miss.

Moira walked step by step into the hall. In the front hall, six receptionists were busy taking calls, dealing with the incoming guests. When Moira appeared, she attracted the attention of the guests in the side hall because she was pretty enough.

"Hello! May I ask who you are looking for?" A receptionist stood up to receive Moira.

Moira self-deprecated. As expected, she hadn't come for five years, so the people here swapped group after group. They already didn't know who she was.

"My name is Moira. I came to look for my father, Elias." Moira smiled.

The six people at the front desk all looked over. They only knew about the Garcia Family's young miss, Molly, but they never thought that there would be another Miss Garcia!

A receptionist saw that her clothes were extraordinary and her temperament was not that of an ordinary person, so she dryly smiled and asked, "Err! Are you really Mr. Garcia's daughter?"