My Supermodel Wife

This evening, the backyard of the Hartanto family's house looks dim.

Merry was sitting in front of the stone table, with the sunlight slowly fading from her sight.

Paul closed the book in his hand and saw Merry's flushed face calmly, squeezing his own fingertips, feeling he wanted to pinch that supple skin a little!

This kid is so cute!

Paul coughed a little and broke the silence, "Merry, tell me how much do you know about Emma."

Merry was not sure, but still answered honestly. "I just found out about some information. This afternoon, Brother Chris showed me the investigation report."

"Forget about it!" Paul hummed, rubbing his book, then narrowed his eyes and asked, "Then what do you think about that woman?"

The little girl blinked thoughtfully. Not wanting to leave a bad impression on Paul, she said objectively, "To me, she is a stranger!"

Hearing this, Paul nodded slowly, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "Have you considered going to Parma with her?"

"Of course not!" Merry maintained her skillful demeanor and in less than three seconds, she said excitedly, "She only came back to me because she clearly wanted me..."

When the words fell, the little girl quickly covered her mouth.

Could she tell this uncle about this matter?!

Merry furrowed her brows awkwardly, her eyes wandering far to a distance, wondering how to explain it.

As everyone knows, she hasn't thought of a countermeasure. Paul stopped touching the pages of the book and said lightly, "She wants you to donate a kidney for her son, doesn't she?"

The little girl nearly gasped as she heard it, then said after a deep breath, "Uncle… You know that too?"

That's amazing!

Paul looked at Merry in astonishment and admiration, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "Would you though?"

Such questions are just to understand Merry's true thoughts.

Even though he really liked this little girl, if she was a stupid girl who had no opinion, Paul would definitely be disappointed.

At this moment, Merry was a little nervous when faced with Paul's question.

She felt that this uncle was testing her, and the little girl was deeply confused at heart.

Should she show the spirit of fearlessness or should she show herself as a little angel who spread love in this world?!

After all... this uncle is a former monk!

Merry scratched her head in embarrassment. As she faced Paul's eyes, she bit the corner of her mouth and whispered, "I don't want to ..."

Paul raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "When that mother of yours comes back again and plans to restore the relationship between her as a mother and you as her daughter, will you stick to your own beliefs?"

The little girl was surprised, and said with a serious face, "Even if she wants to mend relations with me, it is only because her son is sick… So she came with ulterior motives from the start. Naturally… I couldn't accept such a person."

When she finished, she touched her lower back, looking pitiful. "Uncle, I still feel that my kidney... is more important! I don't want to give it to anyone else!"

Does Chris's father want her to give her kidney selflessly?!

Isn't this uncle a good father?

As the little girl was full of complaints, Paul suddenly laughed loudly. "Yes, I understand your feelings!"

Although this little girl looks plain and simple, she's not stupid.

Merry knew what she could do and what she couldn't.

It makes Paul very happy!

After he laughed loudly, his body in the wheelchair leaned forward slightly, and he said softly, "Merry, remember this. As long as it's something you don't want to do, then don't ever hesitate. No matter how Emma treats you, you just need to be yourself, you get it?"

Merry smiled and leaned forward after studying Paul's movements, and asked with a smile, "Then… You won't let me become a donor?"

Paul nodded without hesitation. "Of course, what reason do you have to help an unknown woman?"

The little girl almost cried!

Look, Chris's father is really a good father!

Not long after, just as Paul was about to ask another question, Chris came out of the kitchen with a plate of fruit.

He put the plate in front of the table with a cold face, then looked down and pushed the plate in front of the little girl.

This scene received cold attention from Paul.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you continue?" Chris sat beside Merry, folded his legs, and looked at Paul arrogantly.

At this time, the little girl was picking at the fruit tray, and finally picked up a red apple. She handed it to Paul with both hands. "Uncle, eat the apple!"

Chris, who got completely ignored. "..."

Paul took the apple and glanced at Chris. "How much does the Hiroshi family know about Emma?"

Chris straightened up after hearing the voice. "If he investigates it, he will know everything!"

Paul looked down at the apple in his hand. "Then, what if someone purposely sent him fake news?"

"Father?" Chris' brows narrowed. "You mean…"

Paul sighed, his deep eyes looking off into the distance. "The content of the Hiroshi family's investigation has been sabotaged and replaced halfway. If the boy is your brother, please help him as soon as possible. Emma is not as simple as you see, not all the information you investigate is true. The information network owned by the Sylvester family is not legit, they are developing it very well. You can ask your brother from the Widjaya family."

This statement made Chris frown. "What does this have to do with Jean?"

At this moment, Paul narrowed his eyes deeply. "Maybe this matter has nothing to do with him, but he should know about the Sylvester family's information network."

At this moment, Chris suddenly remembered something.

He vaguely remembered that when he had first met Glen in the United States two years ago, he had overheard him talking about a certain information company with Jean.

He didn't care at the time, but now it seemed that if what the old man said was true, then it was very likely that Emma had also used their information network through her relationship with Glen.

Maybe the content of Paul and Chris' conversation was too deep, so Merry couldn't speak and just watched them from the side. She took the grape from the plate and put it in her mouth, not planning to bother them.

After about half an hour, Indra came out with some food.

The four of them sat quietly in the courtyard to eat, where Chris' expression was very dark and gloomy.

That night, he sent Merry back to her family's house, then called Jean, and went to Villa Lakeside.