Chapter 1222 - 1162: Sabrina Conner’s Misfortune

I’m not sure if Kiya moved Allah, but during the revival of spring, Paige Desmond finally got pregnant again.

When Paige was three months pregnant, Kiya couldn’t wait to find someone to check the baby’s gender... it’s a daughter.

Kiya was thrilled and went to prayers for a whole month to thank Allah for this blessing.

...

In the blink of an eye, the scorching summer had arrived, and Sienna Johnson was about to give birth too.

The colder the winter was, the hotter the summer became. Sienna, wanting a natural delivery, stayed active, walking around the house with her big belly.

The air conditioning was on 24/7, yet sweat continued to drip off Sienna’s forehead.

Adrian Desmond, seeing her struggle, couldn’t help but say, "Why don’t you opt for a C-section early instead?"

Adrian had specifically asked the doctor, and they said it was fine for Sienna to have an early C-section at this stage. However, Sienna insisted on letting nature take its course, like a ripened fruit.

Sheehan was nearly a year old, already capable of simple speech and walking quite steadily. Sheehan loved exploring, venturing around the Johnson Family home and even next door to "Flower and Fruit Mountain."

Adrian assigned Marion to look after Sheehan, and Marion felt quite overwhelmed by this "nanny" job.

After Night Owl had ruined Adrian’s business, he didn’t make any further moves, and days passed uneventfully, giving Sienna the illusion that life would continue this peacefully.

...

After school on Friday, Curly came home and just happened to see Sabrina Conner returning from a task.

"Sabrina..." Curly shouted out upon seeing Sabrina with her black hair.

Sabrina was especially afraid of Curly these days—after all, Curly was her number one creditor. Truly, owing someone money made life difficult.

"Sabrina, if you dare to run, I’ll tell my dad!"

Sabrina scratched her head, stopped her steps, and resignedly asked, "Isn’t it not the end of the month yet? What do you want from me?"

"Do you still want your Harley Motorcycle?"

Sabrina, familiar with Curly’s stingy nature, thought she wanted to sell it back to her and said angrily, "I have no money!"

Curly frowned, "The motorcycle is yours in the first place, no money needed."

Sabrina widened her eyes at Curly, thinking it was unusual. She clicked her tongue, "Curly, do you mean you’re giving it to me?"

"Kind of," Curly replied.

Curly dug out a card from her backpack and said, "Here’s the money you gave me back to you."

Sabrina was shocked, "Curly, what’s up with you?"

"Don’t look at me with that ’I’ve got a terminal illness’ face. I’m fine, healthier than you, and I’ll live longer."

Sabrina: Well, they say good people don’t live long, but troublemakers last a thousand years. You’ll definitely live longer than that old turtle.

"Then why are you giving me my motorcycle and money back? This isn’t like you at all."

Curly gave her a mature, steady gaze, "My Snowy is fine, so let’s just let it go."

"Alright, you don’t need to pay me back anymore. You’ve saved over 45 thousand in there; save it for finding a wife." Curly looked Sabrina up and down, commenting disdainfully, "... With the way you look, finding a wife might indeed be challenging."

"Curly, you’re being so nice to me, I’m not used to it. Tell me, what’s really going on?"

"Just don’t upset my mom again. In our house, my mom calls the shots. If you offend her, not even my dad can protect you." Curly advised sincerely.

Sabrina’s mind was a bit slow, unable to keep up with Curly’s pace, "What do you mean?"

Curly looked at the hopelessly dense Sabrina and said, "I made you pay Snowy’s compensation for his emotional damage; one, because you bullied Snowy, and two, because I couldn’t bear seeing you get kicked out."

Seeing this blockhead still didn’t get it, Curly made an effort to explain, "... You talked back to my mom, and if she didn’t like you, then my dad wouldn’t either.

If you didn’t repent at the time, and if I hadn’t made you pay me back, my dad wouldn’t have given you tasks, and you’d have been fired.

Marion said you’re an orphan with no family, so if you got fired, you’d have nowhere to go. I felt sorry for you, so I helped you out a bit."

"..."

Curly, with a backpack on her shoulders, advised earnestly, "A true man can bend and stretch. You’re still too young to understand even this much."

Sabrina: ...

Being lectured by a little kid like this, Sabrina felt lost in the wind.

Barnes Smythe squatted on a rock, watching the show for a while before commenting, "Curly’s love for you runs deep."

Sabrina was driven crazy, "That girl suddenly being so nice to me, could it be she’s interested in me? But I don’t like lolis, I like mature women, big-breasted mature women. Curly’s chest, well, I don’t think it’ll get any bigger as she grows."

George happened to pass by, overheard, and a glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes before he silently walked away, and then someone’s luck started to go south.

...

As Sabrina Conner’s task assignments became increasingly dangerous, venturing into more perilous places each time, Sabrina couldn’t help but complain to Brandon Potter.

"Brandon Potter, are you jealous because I’m handsome and young, so you’re screwing me over deliberately?"

"If you’re unhappy, you can quit," Brandon Potter replied coolly over the phone.

Sabrina also realized one truth: better to offend a scoundrel than to offend a woman.

"Sis, dear sis, please tell me, what did I do wrong? Tell me, and I can change."

Sabrina believed that what Curly said—that a true man can bend and stretch—was right. At crucial moments, it’s okay to lower your head a bit.

"... Haha, do you really not remember what you did?" Brandon Potter asked menacingly.

"I really have no idea."

Brandon Potter shouted at him, "You said I had breast implants and plastic surgery, and that no matter how much surgery I had, I’d still be an old woman no one wants!"

Sabrina felt wronged.

"Sabrina, you’re something!"

"Who told you that?"

"You don’t need to know that; I have my own information sources."

Sabrina swore an oath, "I never said those things. If I did, may I die a horrible death, become bald, and never collect all my CY5 Series Models."

This was a pretty serious vow for Sabrina.

Brandon Potter wavered a bit, "You really didn’t say it?"

"Who exactly told you?"

"George!"

Sabrina: ...

"How could it be?" Sabrina couldn’t believe it.

George had always had a good image and got along well with everyone; with George saying so, Brandon Potter didn’t doubt it.

"Did you offend George?" Brandon Potter wondered.

Sabrina couldn’t figure it out; every time they met up, it was pleasant, so how could she have offended George?

"No way..."

"Then it must be Curly you offended?"

Sabrina thought for a moment and suddenly realized... "I might have said that Curly had a crush on me and complained about her small chest one day..."

Brandon Potter said, "You did this to yourself!"