At the mention of the child, Amelia Bright looked a little stunned.
White Wen handed her the cooled glass of water, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
“It’s a daughter, born prematurely, but beautiful looking, much like you.”
“Is it a daughter?”
Amelia Bright’s eyes lit up a few notches.
“Well, it’s a daughter.”
She finally had a sense of relief, as if she had some strength again, and
It’s good to be a daughter.
If it’s a daughter, the Austin family won’t push her so hard, maybe because it’s a girl, they won’t mention the child back to him, the child can follow themselves in peace and live an ordinary life.
Probably reading her mind, White Wen said soothingly.
“Even if it’s a boy don’t worry about anything, your child can’t be snatched away by anyone as long as you want to keep it around, the Austin family can’t do it just yet.”
“Well,” Amelia Bright nodded a little, some blood returning to her pale face, her voice soft, “I know, just a little tired and don’t feel like I have much strength left to deal with more.”
“Rest for a while and you’ll be fine. Here, have some water first,” White Wen said as he handed her a glass of water and let her take a sip right from his hand.
Amelia Bright had a cesarean section, so it was a good idea to urinate early while the anesthetic was still fresh.
Although White Wen is a psychiatrist, but these simple clinical medical knowledge are very much involved, in the light of ChambersAmelia Bright this matter, no one but him more carefully.
There was an upright figure standing at the door for a long time, trying several times to open the door and go in, but finally left.
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It was midday, and the winter sun was blindingly bright over the Hounslow military area, and the soldiers were training as usual, with the deafening sounds of the training field.
The military jeep pulled up in a four-square courtyard building in the secluded southwest corner of the military district, facing a large metal gate, and Farren Austin got out.
The dust raised by the military boots stepping on the ground soon went away as the wind whistled.
“Sir.”
The two men at the iron gate were wearing Blue Eagle Special Forces uniforms, olive camouflage, with their names marked on their chests, members of the reserve team who had just been selected and were quickly saluting toward Farren Austin.
After returning the salute, Farren Austin asked
“How’s it going?”
The two guards shook their heads, both with a difficult look on their faces.
“Brother Biao they interrogated overnight plus a morning, nothing came out.”
Behind Farren Austin, Adjutant Xun pursued
“Nothing was asked? What about the identity of the man?”
Two people still shake their heads, one of the dark-faced whispered, “The man is a word refused to say, the vice captain side … she did say a word.”
“What?”
“She said she wouldn’t say a word unless the captain interrogated her himself.”
“What?”
Adjutant Xun’s face changed.
Farren Austin, however, seemed to be anticipating this outcome and said in a quiet voice, “Let’s go.”
The guard opened the door and Adjutant Xun followed Farren Austin into the house with a tightly knit brow.
The place where Calla Moon and her accomplices were held was the military confinement cell at Hounslow Military District, a five-square-meter area where food, drink, and water were under surveillance, with no windows and no means of communication with the outside world, except when they were brought up for interrogation.
In the interrogation room, the lights are dim, Farren Austin is still sitting upright, looking indifferently at the woman across the table, only a simple table between the two, there is nothing on it except a lamp.
“Say it.”
Two concise words echoed in the empty room.
Calla Moon examined the man in front of her, cold as ice a face seems to be different from when she first met him, she always thought it was his nature, cool and indifferent.
But it wasn’t until she saw a different look on his face that she understood that this man was not cold by nature, but that in the long years they had known each other, they had never met anyone he could get his heart set on.
She thought they had known each other for nearly thirty years, enough to outweigh any feelings, not to mention that they had spent time together, side by side, and if the only thing left for her to look forward to from the trials and tribulations of military service, there had never been anyone else in this expectation.
At this moment he has not even said one more word, only a cold ‘say it’.
She took a deep breath and
“What do you want me to say?”
“Give an account of everything that has happened since you were placed in Somalia starting five years ago.”
“Heh.”
Calla Moon suddenly lowered her head and smiled.
“Don’t you have anything else you want to ask me besides that?”
Farren Austin looked at her expressionlessly, his gaze condensed and unadulterated by any semblance of personal feeling, “If you have something to say, it will all go in the file as well.”
“Hahahahaha,” she laughed with a grimace that
“Filed under … haha ah … Farren Austin, is that all that’s left between you and me now? Business as usual?”
“The Hounslow war zone never condones anyone who betrays their country, Calla Moon, and in this case you’re dead wrong.”
“I don’t care,”
Calla Moon regained a cold look on her face and interrupted, saying
“I don’t give a damn about Hounslow war zone leniency, I just want one word from you. I can harm anyone, but I’ve never had to harm you.”
“But the person you want to harm is my wife.”
Calla Moon said sharply.
“You do not love her at all, she is just coveting the Austin family status so she married you, she does not have half of the feelings for you, you and her feelings are not even close to us, we have known for almost thirty years, grew up together, thirteen years old when choosing a partner you took the initiative to choose me, I disappeared these five years, you put the carved my If it wasn’t for her, it would have been me who stayed by your side.”
“I love her.”
A cold sentence echoed in the interrogation room, saying this sentence, Farren Austin’s cold as a knife carved silhouette by the warm yellow desk lamp softened a bit.
Calla Moon’s strength seems to be drained by these three words, as if stunned, for a long time, she numbly leaned back in the chair, lips trembling slightly, as if to say something to defend, but finally nothing came out.
“I never made any promises to you, I think to myself, so Calla Moon, it’s your own paranoia at work.”
“Paranoia?”
She repeated those two words, almost bursting into tears with laughter, her eyes turning crimson as she stared deathly at Farren Austin and gritted her teeth as she said
“I don’t regret what I’ve done, the Austin family owes me what you the Austin family owes me.”
Farren Austin did not retort, but simply flipped open a file folder he had brought in front of her.
The aged vellum paper looks to be higher than twenty years old, and the paper taken out of the file bag is slightly yellowed, with a person’s name written on the file bag – Chuck Moon
Chuck Moon, the only son of the late Founding Father General Muzhao, was a famous general in Hounslow back then, and his looks and talent were even better than Farren Austin’s today. He is the former top commander of the Hounslow Military District and the biological father of Calla Moon.