My Daddy Is A Billionaire novel Chapter 3

Charles looked at the card in his hand. At that time, he was in a trance.

Tens of millions--it was a fable for him an hour ago.

He couldn't help but think of his hard-working father, who worked day and night for his life and tuition. He couldn't help but wanted to speak.

"If I had found you earlier, I wouldn't have let you suffer so much injustice!"

Charles just wanted to say that he didn't need the money. Leo took the lead and stopped him from answering.

Hearing what he said, he knew that the money was not just a matter of numbers. If he did not accept the payment, it would be like he refused to accept the so-called biological parents.

However, accepting the money was like giving up his parents, who raised him. Charles hesitated.

"I don't blame you. After all, you didn't mean it!"

Charles could only say this, comforting the three people in front of him.

"Dear Charles, I don't know how you lived in the past, but mom and dad won't let you suffer a little injustice in the future. Don't blame us for looking for you too late."

"After all, you had little contact with the outside world in that village. If you hadn't been on TV suddenly this time, it might have taken a long time to find you."

They accepted Charles's adoptive parents, not only because of their kindness in raising him but also because they did not want Charles to go. They didn't want Charles to deny them because of his adoptive parents.

Tanner, who has always stood by, finally spoke.

"Charles, you are my little brother. We are related by blood. No matter what, we cannot deny it."

At the same time, He pushed the card Charles was going to hand back again.

Charles looked at the three people in front of him and did not know how to describe his mood at the moment.

Think of his girlfriend, although she was arrogant in front of him before, she accompanied him all the way. But he didn't think this time when she mentioned money. She was like a different person.

Charles sipped his lip: "My work permit ..."

Before the words were finished, the doctor handed up his work permit with both hands.

Charles did not speak, allowing the doctor to put on the intravenous drip that had not been hung before. He put the work permit back in his bag and looked up again, a girl in a white T-shirt standing in front of him.

At first glance, those sparkling stars' eyes were noticeable. The small bridge of the nose showed a hint of nifty, and the pink and tender lips were slightly open. It seemed that there was something to be vividly portrayed.

The concave-convex figure was especially attractive against the background of a tight T-shirt.

"Hello, young master, I am your personal nanny Josie. I'll take care of your daily life. Please let me know if you have any orders."