Lost and Found: Return of My Mysterious Fiancee by KIKI

Chapter 948: I Relented, My Daughter is Yours At those words, Ruud raised his glass and clinked it with Jared's. "Kid, I admit you're exceptional. My daughter marrying you-it seems she'll find happiness. Don't hold it againstfor trying to stop you two earlier. I found the love of my life late in life, only to learn I had a daughter. Even now, my emotions are all over the place." Ruud downed the wine in one gulp. "I don't want to let her go. I wanted to keep her for a few more years. But this child-her heart is entirely with you." He fixed Jared with a stern gaze. "Jared, I'm letting go now. My daughter is yours. But if you ever make her suffer, even a little, I won't let you off." "Don't worry, Father," Jared replied firmly. "I'm not good with sweet words, but watch me. If I ever make Tina shed a single tear, you won't need to cafter me-I'll cto you myself, ready to atone." Jared drained his glass in one swift motion. That wine was his promise-to Ruud and to Tina.

He understood Ruud, just as he understood the man he would one day become. If he and Tina had a daughter in the future, and she found a boyfriend, he would likely act even more protective than Ruud. Jared refilled their glasses. "Father, this drink is for you." No more words were needed. Those three words carried everything he wanted to say.

Ruud, with nothing more to add, downed the wine Jared offered, solidifying their bond as in-laws. Jared finally sat back down.

During the meal, Boris stood up halfway through and said, "Dad, I've got something urgent to handle. I need to step out." Warren's face darkened for a moment, but mindful of the occasion, he asked coldly, "Does it have to be now?" "Yes," Boris responded without hesitation.

Warren opened his mouth to say more but eventually nodded. "Go." Boris left in such a hurry that he didn't even bother to greet the Farrell family. Tina watched his retreating figure, her eyes flickering with thought.

The room fell silent for a moment before Logan broke the tension. "Tina, on such a special day, aren't you going to have a drink with Grand a?" "Of course, Grandpa," Tina replied with a smile. She reached for her glass, but a large hand stopped her.

Ruud, as if startled, hurriedly explained, "Mr. Farrell, I'll drink this for her. She's still young-let's not let her drink." He still hadn't recovered from the last this daughter got drunk and caused chaos. The aftermath had been overwhelming.

Jared chimed in, "Grandpa, Tina can't handle her liquor. It's better if she doesn't drink." Logan paused, then seemed to understand. He laughed. "Alright, alright. No drinking, then. Tea will do. But I'm sharing this drink with Tina, not with the two of you." Tina pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation. These two-teaming up over a single drink. It was obvious they were afraid of her drunken antics.

Still, knowing her own limits, Tina didn't argue. She picked up her teacup and said to Logan, "Grandpa, I toast to you. From now on, we're family." "Family," Logan said, nodding in satisfaction. He accepted the toast with a smile.

The evening progressed with laughter and camaraderie. As the gathering wound down, Logan, visibly tipsy, clung to Warren, persistently setting up their next chess match. "When you have time, let's play again. I refuse to believe I'll lose another round..." Mr. Pace's lips twitched at the corners. For the sake of maintaining good relations, he reluctantly agreed. "Fine. Next time, I'll let you win one." In all his years, he had never seen someone so persistently bad at chess, yet so hopelessly addicted. The more Logan lost, the more determined he became.

The family, familiar with Logan's peculiar passion, reassured Mr. Pace to take it lightly. Once Grandpa sobered up, he'd forget all about it.

As they prepared to leave, Marie took Tina's hand and said earnestly, "Tina, find stin the next few days. I'll take you shopping for snice clothes and jewelry. Even though you already have plenty, traditions shouldn't be overlooked." Tina understood Marie's good intentions and nodded. "Alright." Jared stood silently nearby, his gaze never leaving Tina. She noticed and met his eyes. Across the distance, Jared mouthed the words on his mind: "I miss you." Tina raised an eyebrow and mouthed back, too." As the car pulled away from the Pace family home, Warren turned to head back inside.

Tina suddenly called out, "Grandpa, what are you waiting for?" Warren froze, his posture seeming to age a decade in an instant. After a moment, he sighed, as if making a decision. With his hands clasped behind his back, he said in a low voice, "Do what you must. I can't protect him forever." Then he walked away, his steps slow and heavy.

Tina watched his retreating figure, her eyes deep with thought.

Ruud and Alina exchanged a glance before stepping forward to stand behind Tina.

"No one here will dare touch you as long as I'm around," Ruud said firmly.

Tina turned, surprised, to look at him.

Alina smiled gently and patted her daughter's shoulder. "You might doubt your dad's cooking skills, but never doubt his abilities." Tina was speechless.

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom on the third floor, a man dressed in On the black was kneeling on the floor, frantically rummaging through the drawers. "How can it not be here? This is the only place left untouched. Damn it, where did that old man hide it..." "Are you looking for this, Uncle Boris?" The man froze. He turned to see Tina standing a short distance away, a faintly glowing yellow jade pendant flashing briefly in her hand.

Ruud and Alina stood outside the door, their gazes as cold as ice.

Boris began to tremble, his voice cracking as he stammered, "You... you're..."

"Are you wondering how we got in or how we discovered you?" Tina took a step closer, a cold smile playing on her lips, if we didn't give you enough tto act, how else would we make you give up completely?" Boris's expression twisted, and he made a desperate move to leap out the window. But Tina's hand moved faster. A flurry of silver needles embedded themselves in his body, locking him in place.

Ruud's rage erupted. He stormed forward, seizing Boris by the collar and lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. "Trying to run?" "The last tyou plotted against Alina, I let it slide. But now, you dare to target my father? You've really crossed the line this time!"

Pinned by the needles and overwhelmed by Ruud's furious aura, Boris didn't dare utter a single m excuse. His face flushed red as he could only manage a choked plea: "Brother, please... letgo..." Ruud's anger didn't abate. His eyes burned red as he flung Boris to the ground. Because of the sealed pressure points, Boris hit the floor stiffly, like a wax figure, with a loud thud.

"You brought this on yourself," Ruud said coldly, then left the room without another glance.