He Clings to Me Every Night

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With teary eyes, Grace Ziegler still fixed her wise gaze on Chief Daniel Marshall, carefully observing his subtle expressions.

It’s undeniable that Chief Daniel Marshall was a compassionate man. It seemed like her story had touched him.

Perhaps her act of looking pitiful and seeking sympathy, along with her difficulties and her mother’s pitiful state, was able to tug at Chief Daniel Marshall’s heartstrings.

This alone was a lifeline for Grace Ziegler.

Swiftly following up, Grace Ziegler continued her pitiful plea, “Chief Daniel Marshall, I assure you that I have no improper thoughts towards you. I recognize the difference in our statuses. We’re worlds apart, and there will never be any intersection.

You can rest assured that from today onwards, I would not dare to harbor hopes of having an elder brother like you. I will behave and strive hard at work.”

Daniel Marshall pressed his lips closed, maintaining silence. But his brows furrowed.

His thoughts were indeed chaotic.

He didn’t have any romantic feelings towards Grace Ziegler, nor would he, but he pitied her, wanted to help her, even wanted to protect her. All because of the mother they had in common; bound by the half genetic link they shared, he couldn’t bring himself to ruthlessly ignore her.

Daniel Marshall didn’t want to see his mother getting into trouble over this.

Now, his mother could only stay in bed, without the strength to labor. Daniel Marshall truly didn’t want to see his mother continuing to worry and exhaust herself over this.

Even though they hadn’t acknowledged each other as mother and son, he was fully capable of taking care of his mother.

Daniel Marshall did not deny, he was somewhat selfish, yet trapped by familial emotions.

Suddenly, Daniel Marshall slightly parted his lips, speaking softly, “Go now. Remember, you can’t disturb my wife or cause trouble for me. If you face difficulties, you can talk to Director Bailey. She will definitely help you.”

Grace Ziegler still cried, her voice hoarse due to continuous sobbing, “Thank you very much, Chief Daniel Marshall. My mother and I will always keep your kindness in our hearts.”

Grace Ziegler stood up, deeply bowed her head, and left the CEO’s office.

Actually, Grace Ziegler didn’t feel unbearably sad in her heart because it seemed like she’d found Chief Daniel Marshall’s weak point.

They often conversed in WeChat about her mother’s illness and interesting stories about mother and daughter. It seemed like Chief Daniel Marshall was interested in her mother’s condition.

But Chief Daniel Marshall already has a mother. Even though Mrs. Olivia Marshall hasn’t shown her face for a long time, she was still alive. Daniel Marshall shouldn’t be someone who craved maternal love!

Even though she couldn’t make head or tail of it, Grace Ziegler could use this point to stand strong in front of Chief Daniel Marshall.

She also felt that she could get a protective charm because of her mother.

Considering this, Grace Ziegler cared more about her mother’s recovery, she frequently called to check on her mother’s wellbeing.

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In Beverly Hills, Bella Thompson’s life was monotonous.

Apart from sleeping, she spent the whole day in the Joyful Hall, praying for the Marshall Family, seemingly oblivious to worldly matters. This routine had continued for over four months.

There was no complaint from Bella Thompson who appeared to be very devoted to her prayers.

With Matthew Marshall going abroad and Bella Thompson acting like this, Beverly Hills had enjoyed its tranquillity for over four months.

Daniel Marshall led Olivia Jenkins into the main house of Beverly Hills and instantly saw his grandfather sitting on a wheelchair.

After more than four months of rest, his grandfather’s face was rosy, and his spirits were high.

Seeing his oldest grandson and granddaughter-in-law return, a smile spread across his face immediately, “Stay here with me for a while. We will have dinner soon.”

Olivia Jenkins quickly asked, “Grandpa, has your leg recovered?”

The old grandfather chuckled self-deprecatingly, “I’m old, my bones aren’t as good as they were. Recovery is slow, I can’t walk yet.”