A Father And His Wolves

Chapter 35 Shame on you. Feeling Better

Cecilia looked nervous and shook her head, “No! Mom, don’t think about it and don’t say it again. How

could I ever like him? I’m just…”

“I just couldn’t pull myself away.”

With that, she blushed again.

It was impossible to fall in love with Sean at first sight after half a day together. That would be out of

character for Cecilia, much less for her current situation.

In recent years, Matthew Moore was paralyzed, Phyllis was still young, and Marcia took early

retirement. Cecilia had to take care of them all by herself, as well as the family’s living expenses.

She was a woman with a heavy burden on her shoulders!

Now, she’d been kicked out of the Moore Group, had lost her job, and was facing a serious existential

crisis. How could she spare any thought for love under such circumstances?

What was more, the sudden pregnancy five years ago had been particularly traumatic for her. For love,

for the man, she had no yearning, only exclusion.

“Really?”

Marcia frowned. She couldn’t believe her.

“Of course, it’s true.”

Cecilia said firmly, “Mom, when have I ever lied to you? For five years, I’ve been investigating the

pregnancy. If I don’t figure that out, if I don’t find Phyllis’s real father, I can’t get over this.”

“Until then, I will never accept another man!”

“As for Sean…”

With that, Cecilia glanced toward the door and sighed, “Mom, as you can see, he’s been convicted,

he’s been in prison, he’s been aggressive, he’s been violent, but every time he hits someone, he does This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

it to protect me and Phyllis, to protect our family.”

“He was nice to Phyllis, and she wanted to be close to him. Let him stay with us if Phyllis is happy. He

just got out of prison and he is homeless, which is kind of pathetic.”

Phyllis surprised everyone by liking Sean so much.

Even Cecilia had to admit that she didn’t feel as strongly against Sean as to other men. It was a

wonderful feeling, like when Sean held her hand, she almost instinctively wanted to break it, but when

she failed, she blushed and her heart raced, but she didn’t feel disgusted.

This, however, she dared not tell Marcia.

“You’re right.”

Marcia thought about it and asked suddenly, “The clothes, the car, they cost $7 million! How does a

rapist out of jail get so much money?”

“Did you ask him? Where did he get the money?”

Cecilia shook her head, “He didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. After all, we are not a real couple. We weren’t

married yet. He has money. That’s his business. I can’t ask too many questions.”

“But…”

Marcia said with concern, “What if the money came in the wrong way? If he rapes, he robs. If the

money was stolen, and we were prosecuted later, wouldn’t it bring down our whole family?”

“It’s…”

Cecilia didn’t know what to say.

“No!”

Marcia gritted her teeth and said, “You want him to stay with us, fine, but only if we find out who he is.

Isaac picked him up from prison, so who knows if he made a deal with Isaac to beat him up in front of

us?”

“If that were the case, he might have something up his sleeve!”

The more she talked, the more worried she became.

Marcia reached for a kitchen knife and snorted, “You go, get him over here, I’ll talk to him alone, and if

he tries anything against you and Phyllis, I…”

“I’ll fight him to death!”

The better Sean did, the more confused and worried Marcia became. If these doubts remained, she

saw Sean as a time bomb waiting to go off.

It was too dangerous to keep Sean at home!

Cecilia couldn’t beat Marcia, so she turned around and left the kitchen to call Sean. But no sooner had

she reached the living room than she saw something unexpected.

In the living room.

Matthew Moore was sitting in his wheelchair. Sean was squatting in front of him, rubbing his legs and

washing his feet.

“Dad!”

Cecilia exclaimed as she strode over, “What are you doing?”

“I’m just washing his feet and rubbing his legs.”

Sean looked back at Cecilia and said with a smile, “He has bad legs. A regular soak in hot water and

massage should do him good.”

“Yes, he’s right.”

Matthew Moore nodded in agreement. He had just warned Sean not to tell Cecilia and Marcia about the

therapy. The reason was simple. He didn’t have much hope for himself, and he didn’t want to let Cecilia

and Marcia down with him.

Cecilia rolled her eyes.

Rubbing legs? Washing feet?

“Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to please my dad?” she thought to herself.

Cecilia didn't take Marcia’s words to heart. Now, she suddenly felt that Marcia’s fears were justified.

Doing what they liked!

Sean used to fight bad guys for Phyllis, and she grew close to him. In the afternoon, he bought clothes

for Cecilia and bought a car for her, which made Cecilia no longer wary of him and repelled him at first.

He even took the opportunity to hold Cecilia’s hand.

Now, he knew Matthew Moore had a bad leg, so he was so gallant that he washed and rubbed

Matthew Moore’s feet on his return.

What else could it be?

Was he going to divide-and-conquer them?

Was it Marcia’s turn next?

There was no such thing as hatred or love without any reason or cause. Sean’s behavior was out of

whack. He certainly didn’t look like a live-in son-in-law who just moved into the Moore family, and he

certainly didn’t look like a hidden rich man!

Abnormal things usually hid a monster.

Now even Cecilia didn’t believe Sean didn’t have an agenda.

“Mom wants to talk to you.”

Cecilia kept her doubts to herself and became a little more wary of Sean, saying, “She wants to talk to

you alone.”

“Okay.”

Sean nodded, “Just give me ten minutes. Just ten minutes.”

“Okay.”

Cecilia said, “Let me wash your feet and give you a massage, dad.”

“No.”

Sean shook his head, “I studied massage before. I’m a professional. I will have to massage his legs

myself. What’s more, for the next half month, I will do it for half an hour every night.”

Cecilia’s mouth twitched slightly and she rolled her eyes again, thinking, “You’re out of line. Even if you

want, you can’t do that. I’m their real daughter, okay?”

Did you want to steal that from me?

Shame on you.

Matthew Moore saw that and said with a fake cough and a smile, “Cecilia, let Sean do it. He means

well. Don’t tell me, but he’s a professional and I’m feeling better…”

Hearing this, Cecilia’s eyes almost rolled to the sky.

Feeling better?

Oh, my dear dad, it had been less than half an hour, and you were as lost as Phyllis? Your legs, they’d

been crippled for years, and you couldn’t feel them, okay?

And you were telling me you were feeling better? Liar!

Matthew Moore also realized he had said the wrong thing and was a little awkward.

But Sean wasn’t lying. The massage he gave Matthew Moore was not a normal massage. He was

massaging while slipping a dark energy into Matthew Moore’s legs. With the help of dark energy, he

was going to repair Matthew Moore’s leg injury.

Not even a professional massage therapist could replace him, let alone Cecilia!