In the video, Dolores was lying on a black sofa, while Sampson was unbuttoning her clothes slowly…
Her skin as well as her breasts was gradually exposed.
“Mummy, breasts.” Simona didn’t know what it was and shouted again, because she saw her mummy and her mummy’s breasts.
Matthew quickly grabbed the phone from her and Simona was dumbfounded for a moment. She blinked her eyes in disbelief with tears welling up in her eyes. With a look as innocent as that of a fawn, she asked in an aggrieved tone,
“Daddy, you don’t like me?”
Why did he snatch the phone so rudely?
Matthew’s expressions became very gloomy. Apparently, this was videoed when Sampson planned to rape Dolores on that day.
His neck and temples tensed up, with prominent blue veins visible.
Although Simona was innocent, she could sense whether someone was in a good mood or bad mood. Clearly, her father was in a sour mood.
Was it because he didn’t like her?
She lowered her head, fingers wriggling, and a tear fell onto the back of her hand.
In a soft yet husky voice, she said, “I didn’t mean to upset you, daddy.”
Simona’s small shoulders trembled as she sobbed.
She appeared extremely pitiful, crying like a child abandoned by her own father.
Matthew took a deep breath and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes with his thumb. “Don’t cry. I’m not angry at you.”
Upon hearing his words, Simona raised her head abruptly, looking at him with hope in her eyes. “Really?”
Matthew tried to be patient as he replied, “Yes.”
Coaxing a child with such patience was unfamiliar territory for him.
Simona was as joyful as a singing bird. Without even bothering to blow her nose, she wrapped her arms around Matthew’s neck and planted a kiss on his face.
Her movement was so swift that before Matthew could react, her lips had already touched his face, leaving behind a wet and sticky sensation.
Matthew furrowed his brows.
As Simona pulled away, a transparent line formed between her nose and Matthew’s face.
He immediately felt a numbness spreading through him.
The sticky snot still felt warm.
Simona seemed to notice her father’s unhappiness and hastily reached out to wipe the snot away. “Let me clean it, daddy.”
It would have been fine if she hadn’t wiped it because she ended up smearing the snot all over his face.
When Dolores came out after setting down some things, she saw her daughter smearing Matthew’s face, and Matthew was staring at Simona with a gloomy expression.
Worried that Matthew would become truly angered, Dolores hurriedly walked over to pick up Simona.
However, Simona was unwilling to leave Matthew’s embrace. She reached out with her short arms, asking Matthew to carry her. “I want daddy.”
She finally had a father, so she couldn’t easily let him go, fearing he would disappear if she didn’t pay attention.
“Be obedient, Simona,” Dolores tried to coax her.
“Nope. Nope. I just want daddy,” Simona continuously waved her hands, attempting to reach Matthew. “I want Daddy.”
Dolores’ brows furrowed even more tightly. What was wrong with this child today?
Jessica put down the bowl of soup, wiped her hands, walked over, and reached out to bring Simona into her arms. “We have some delicious dishes today.”
But delicious food didn’t attract this little foodie today. She kept crying, trying to return to her father’s embrace.
Simona fixed her gaze on Matthew and said, tears streaming down her face, “Daddy, you don’t like Simona, right?”
Matthew had the sense that he was being cornered by Simona.
When had someone forced him like this since his own childhood?
Simona interpreted his silence as tacit approval and cried loudly, her tears flowing. She hugged Dolores tightly, looking extremely aggrieved and sorrowful. “Mummy, daddy doesn’t like me. What should I do? Is it because I’m not obedient enough or because I’m ugly?”
“No, no,” Dolores rubbed her hair and consoled her. “It’s not that, Simona. You’re the cutest and most obedient child…”
Before she could finish her words, she found herself under a dark shadow. It was Matthew who suddenly stood up, reaching out to lift the sobbing little girl. “Give her to me.”
Matthew held her in his arms and said, “Don’t cry.”
He felt like he had exhausted all his patience on this little girl.
Simona immediately stopped crying, but occasional sobs still escaped her, and tears and snot covered her face.
“I’ll be obedient, and I won’t cry,” Simona choked with sobs. Tears still clung to her eyelashes.
Matthew sighed, “Let’s clean up.”
The discomfort of having snot on his skin was driving him crazy.
Dolores stood frozen, feeling restless at the realization that Simona had never clung to someone like this before.
Jessica also felt uneasy. “The two children have never had a father since childhood. It’s normal for them to yearn for one. But…”
But Matthew wasn’t their father after all. How long could his patience with the children last?
“How do I tell her that Matthew isn’t her father? If she finds out the truth, she’ll be disappointed and sad.” Jessica’s eyes turned red as she spoke.
The children’s lack of a father was a regrettable circumstance.
Naturally, they longed for a father.
That was Dolores’ worry as well. After all, Simona had never called another man “daddy” before.
And she hadn’t expected Simona to become so attached to Matthew from their very first meeting.
“I’ll go and check on them,” Dolores said, walking toward the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Matthew was washing his face when Simona grabbed his hand. “Let me help you, daddy.”
She stood on tiptoe, reaching for the water. However, she wasn’t tall enough to reach the tap, so she had to jump to get the water.
Matthew burst into laughter, feeling helpless. “Your mummy is a siren luring me in, and you’re a little goblin she brought along to torment me.”
He lifted the little girl and let her sit beside the sink. Simona beamed happily, revealing her white teeth and looking adorable with her smiling eyes.
With some water in her hands, she reached out and wiped Matthew’s face with her small hands, studying her father intently. He had captivating eyes, a Roman nose, prominent cheekbones, and attractive lips. His remarkable features made him incredibly handsome.
“Daddy, you’re so handsome.”
Matthew was amused by the little girl. Gazing at their reflections in the mirror-his own and Simona’s serious face-his expression gradually relaxed. He reached out to pinch Simona’s cheek.
“Who said your mummy was unlucky?” Dolores must have done many good deeds in her past life to have such a cute child.
Simona didn’t understand his words and simply picked up the towel to wipe his face. When Dolores approached, she witnessed the scene.
Dolores slowly walked over, standing at the bathroom door while gazing at Matthew. “Sorry, Simona…”
“It’s alright.” Bending down, Matthew seemed to be enjoying the “service” from the little girl. He joked with himself, “I’m not losing out since I have a daughter without any effort.”