Barton stood stunned and silent for a while.

Jean smiled bitterly. "It seems that you believe what Terence said.

In that case, why did you come to me?"

"Jean." Barton frowned. "Don't be childish. Come back with me.

You are pregnant now. Why do you live in a hotel? I have hired a nanny to take care of you. Come back with me quickly."

"Dad, forget it. I will take good care of myself. Besides, I have my mother. Don't worry about me."

"Your mother? I don't think she can take good care of you as the nanny does," Barton said with a frown.

"At least she trusts me unconditionally and won't doubt me like you do," Jean responded. "That's enough for me.

You'd better go back now. I will take care of myself. Don't worry."

After saying that,

ike her."

"Really?" Barton tried drinking the tea Terence had poured for him. It tasted as bitter as the day. "It seems her temper is really the same as Vivian's.

If Vivian had listened to my explanation, we wouldn't have ended up like this. My daughter and I wouldn't have been separated for so many years, and things wouldn't have ended up like this.

Fate is so cruel." Barton shook his head with a bitter smile.

Terence winced, pinching his forehead in confusion. Today, Barton seemed strange by mentioning Vivian. "Uncle Barton, what happened?"

"Nothing. Drink with me, Terence."

Barton poured Terence a glass of wine. In a drunken trance, he spilled his secret. "Terence, I shouldn't have listened to Jean and forced you and Julia apart."