Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 266

An hour later, Sage went upstairs and gently knocked on Moira's room. The sadness on Moira's face was still very obvious, but it seemed that her emotions had stabilized. Libby looked at her with eyes filled with sadness and grievance.

"Come down!" Sage said to them.

"Alright, we'll be right down." Libby replied.

Moira's eyes were red and swollen from crying, she only raised them slightly, not looking at Sage as Sage gently closed the door.

Libby got up and went into the bathroom, bringing a warm towel out. She gently lifted Moira's face, and used a towel to wipe the tears off her face. Moira closed her eyes, her eyes were red and swollen, her face was pale, and she looked extremely haggard.

"Moira, we can secretly investigate your father's death, but now, you have to think about your own body! Lucas needs you." Libby explained to her.

Moira and Libby had chatted for an hour, she had vented her sorrow. She hated Melissa, and she felt unworthy for her father.

There were some words that made her feel even more calm. Her father had left, this was an indisputable fact. Other than her grief, she should find an opportunity to find out the cause of her father's death.

Simply crying was not a solution, her son became the motivation for Moira to become strong.

Libby took her arm and comforted her, "Let's go eat dinner! You have to keep your head up for the rest of your father's affairs."

"Yes!" Moira nodded lightly. At this moment, she was weak and had no strength. However, she had to be strong.

Downstairs, Sage and Carlo had finished cooking a lot of food. The two men sat at the table.

When Moira went downstairs, Sage stood up and walked to her. Sage reached out to hold her hand. Libby, who stopped holding Moira, went to sit down beside Carlo.

After Moira sat down, Sage helped her carry a bowl of plain porridge and placed it in front of her, "If you don't have an appetite, you should drink some porridge first to warm your stomach."

Moira's eyes flashed with tears, and looked at him gratefully. Carlo also pitied her, she had lost her father so suddenly, no one would be able to take it.

Moira lowered her head, and scooped spoonful after spoonful of the sweet white porridge into her mouth.

Everyone continued to eat in silence. After half an hour, Sage hoped that Libby would stay to accompany Moira tonight, Libby did not reject. She decided to spend the next few days with her.

In the Garcia's.

The atmosphere in the hall was dull, Molly thought of her father while she ate she began to cry, but Melissa immediately scolded her in a low voice, "What's wrong with you? Just eat."

"Mom, how did dad die so suddenly?" Molly did not dare believe it.

Molly was still grieving before, but now, her mother's words had awoken her with a start. She bit her lips, and with a cold smile, she said, "So to say, father died quite well."

Seeing that her daughter had coldly faced her so quickly, Melissa thought to herself, it was not a shame that she was born. She nodded and said, "That's right. Your father's death will only benefit us, not harm us. Right now, after everything is settled, this entire Garcia Group will belong to us."

"Yes, mom, you can't give it to Moira. She already has Sage, if you let her split the company up, we were completely defeated by her." Molly clenched her fist and said.

"Don't worry, in the future, the Garcia Group will be yours. I don't believe that you will not be able to find a man more outstanding than Sage."

Molly immediately felt extremely happy, "Yes, mother, I will definitely be happier than Moira."

"Mom, let me ask you something. Did you love father?" Molly asked curiously.

"What do you mean? The one he loves is not me, and I found out that the tombs he bought were all next to Moira's mother, so why do I love him? Back then, he didn't neglect us. It was only because I pestered him later on that he had no choice but to marry me! I only value his money." Melissa said in a very realistic manner.

Hearing this, Molly felt that her father was not important to her anymore. Right, if her mother took over the company, then she would have an endless amount of money.

That night, Moira was unable to sleep. Libby lay by her side and accompanied her, and under the dim yellow light of the lamp, her tears silently rolled down from the corners of her eyes. She did not cry out loud, but her longing for her father was still as strong as ever.

At this moment, Libby didn't want to comfort her. She should let Moira cry! Libby's sadness grew when Moira cried silently.