After Jean helped Mandy complete the discharge procedures, Mandy couldn't wait to ask her daughter, "Jean, what would happen now? What should we do about the fifty million?"

"It's none of your business. I would appreciate it if you just stay at home obediently and don't cause any more trouble. That would be a huge help," Jean said coldly.

"That's fifty million! Where can you get it?" Mandy frowned. "I really don't know who he is. How could he demand such an exorbitant sum?"

"Mom, stop." Jean was already annoyed, but her impatience reached the roof when Mandy kept on talking about the problem. "Take a rest. I have something to deal with."

"Where are you going?" Mandy wanted to catch up with her, but she forgot that her ankle was injured, so she almost fell on the floor.

Without looking back, Jean stepped out of the hospital and left her mother alone.

Zoe went straight to Barton's house after she left the hospital. When she got there, he was busy sorting thr

. I have to go now."

Long after Zoe left, Barton was still pondering about this topic. He was sure that he had no interest in Mandy at all, and he did not want to live miserably with a woman he had no feelings for, just for the sake of his daughter's contentment.

If he really wanted to find someone to grow old with, he had to find someone like Zoe.

'Zoe?'

Barton was startled when the thought of her suddenly popped in his mind. He mused at the idea of having Zoe for a wife, but shook his head in a hurry and muttered to himself, "No, I have to make it clear."

While Barton was lost in thought, the door opened.

Ever since he had acknowledged Jean as his daughter, he had given her a spare key to the house. When he heard the sound, Barton stood up in a hurry and saw her passing through the door. She was carrying something in her hand.

"Dad, you are home!" Jean cried out happily.

"Jean, why are you here?" Barton was stunned at the sight of his daughter.