Chapter 472: Chapter 472: My July Dad
"Old man, I am..."
Susan Carter was just about to reveal her fearsome identity, but July Quinn shot her a glance: "Speak plainly."
Susan froze immediately.
Unwittingly, she recalled the fear of being dominated by a beating, and promptly changed her words: "Grandpa Cole, I am Susan Carter, the son of July’s father."
Don’t ask how Susan, during the time July was recovering post-surgery in the hospital, became so well-behaved and chose to stick around July Quinn.
If you’re wondering, it’s because he was treated as a punching bag for rehabilitation training.
Even now, there’s no place on Susan’s body covered by clothing that isn’t injured.
Otherwise, why do you think Susan so naturally and genuinely calls July his dad?
It’s because he was beaten into it!
"July Dad?"
Elder Cole pondered for quite a while, still unable to understand how a little girl like July Quinn could become the dad of someone older than her, so he could only smile helplessly and say:
"I’m old, I can’t keep up with you youngsters and your preferences."
He then looked at Susan: "You’re Susan, right? Since you’re with July at our house, don’t be restrained. Just treat this place as your home."
"I will."
After Susan said this, she immediately grabbed a bunch of bananas on the table, planning to eat the whole bunch, like a king claiming his territory.
But July Quinn cleared her throat softly, and he could only sorrowfully put the bananas back on the table.
"July, you and Susan should rest for two days before taking care of business."
Elder Cole didn’t pay much attention to Susan’s pitiful, weak, and helpless appearance, assuming it was just normal bickering between kids.
However, he knew that July Quinn’s trip to Esteria must have her reasons.
"No need, I want to check out the school and take a walk."
Sixty days!
She had stayed in the Westmarch hospital for a full sixty days.
Now, she couldn’t wait to see the blue skies of Esteria, feel the breeze of Esteria, and experience what the city where someone lived was really like.
"Then I’ll call Shelly down now, and ask her to accompany you to the school."
Shelly Cole was recently practicing intensively for a cello competition.
So, ever since July and the others entered the house, the sound of music from the top floor could be heard.
Soon, Shelly Cole came down from upstairs.
She was wearing a very cute white dress with a Peter Pan collar, slightly plump, with two adorable buns on her head, and pink cheeks.
One look and you could tell, this was a girl well-protected by her family.
"Grandpa, is the girl you mentioned really that pretty? Prettier than Cherry Locke?"
Shelly really likes the celebrity Cherry Locke; she adores her for her looks.
In her pursuit of stardom, Shelly even followed fan clubs to a few cities for Cherry Locke.
In Shelly’s eyes, Cherry Locke was the pinnacle of female beauty.
But her grandpa, to convince her to come down and meet the guests, had exaggerated the guest’s looks to the sky.
"Yes, much prettier than her. And July doesn’t even need to put all those things on her face like she does."
"You mean she’s more beautiful than Cherry Locke without makeup? What kind of international joke are you telling?"
These days, young people stay up all night playing on their phones, with dull complexions and receding hairlines.
Where are there any bare-faced beauties?
But the next second, when Shelly raised her eyes to see the girl sitting on the sofa, she felt like her face was utterly smacked.
Shelly, the face enthusiast, immediately rushed forward, ignoring and squeezing past the burly Susan, eagerly getting close to July Quinn and staring hard at her skin.
No trace of powder, yet not a single pore visible.
Her eyes were big and bright, like those of a top-tier fairy, capable of enchanting a person’s soul with just one look.
"Oh my gosh, are you a fairy sent by the swans to save me?"