Chapter 469 Niamh Holds Warmie
Deacon stood in the corner for a while, then turned and left.
After Deacon left, Niamh, who was behind him, walked out from around the corner.
"Jesse, did you hear that? Deacon actually hates Finnegan," Niamh said.
Niamh had speculated before that there was some grudge between Deacon and Finnegan.
Now, it turned out that her guess was right.
Then, Niamh didn't need to do anything but just watch quietly.
Jesse reminded her, "Deacon has many secrets. You better stay away from him. What kind of grudge could he have with Finnegan? What's worth his careful planning? There must be some hidden story behind this."
"Maybe Finnegan took his wife or killed his father?" Niamh was in a good mood, with a smile on her face and a hint of schadenfreude in her eyes. "If there's no connection between Ophelia and Deacon, then Finnegan must have killed his father. Or maybe Deacon was previously married? His girlfriend ran away with Finnegan? Right, Deacon's family situation is really a mystery. Jesse, go find out."
Niamh didn't know much about Deacon, only that he was the behind-the-scenes boss of the CC club.
Jesse was speechless, not knowing why Niamh would be thinking about this nonsense.
Natalie was a capable and shrewd person, yet she had such an ignorant and crazy daughter.
Jesse didn't want to argue with Niamh and just said, "Okay."
"Don't just agree. Remember to do so," Niamh urged, "I will definitely reclaim the Parks family and fulfill my mother's wish."
Jesse really didn't believe Niamh could do that.
Niamh had ambition but needed more capability.
Out of gratitude to Natalie, Jesse had always been accommodating to Niamh and wholeheartedly assisted her.
On the main stage, Finnegan announced to everyone his wedding date with Ophelia, March 3rd, when they would hold the wedding.
This was something he owed Ophelia. Even if Ophelia felt it unnecessary, he had to do it.
She would only wear the wedding dress once, and her wedding would only happen once.
As a man, he must give her a formal wedding.
Ophelia was touched, feeling his wholehearted care for her.
Then, the banquet began.
Finnegan took Warmie from Ophelia's arms, letting her enjoy the meal while he took care of Warmie.
There were many guests today, and it had been many years since the Abbott family had hosted such a large private banquet.
Celia was delighted, chatting and laughing with her friends. Jude, needless to say, was ecstatic, boasting and drinking with his friends.
Jude was the most enviable among his friends.
Joe walked over to Finnegan. "Finnegan, congratulations. Your daughter is so adorable. I'm so jealous of you."
"Thank you." Finnegan handed the sleeping Warmie to the nearby nanny. "Take Warmie to rest."
The nanny took Warmie. "Okay."
A three-month-old child either ate or slept.
The nanny took Warmie to the back lounge to rest while Finnegan and a few friends drank.
Ophelia was chatting and eating with Addison and Rhodes. Tate didn't come today. She had previously taken leave for personal matters and had not yet returned.
Ophelia was worried about Tate and wondered where she had gone.
The nanny brought Warmie to the lounge, placed her in the crib, and prepared warm water to mix with milk powder when Warmie woke up.
Checking Warmie's diaper, she found it wet and quickly changed it.
Warmie was adorable, and the nanny was happy to be taking care of her for the Abbott family, who paid her a very high salary. She was meticulous in her work.
"Warmie, you're so lucky," the nanny muttered as she changed the diaper, "Born into the Abbott family, you won't have to worry about your life. You'll have a life of wealth and luxury. You're so fortunate."
At that moment, the door was pushed open.
The nanny turned around, sizing up the person in front of her. "Who are you?"
Niamh smiled, "I'm Ophelia's relative, here to see Warmie. Is Warmie asleep?"
The nanny didn't know Niamh, but considering the number of guests at the banquet today, all friends or relatives of the Abbott family, she believed her.
"She just fell asleep," the nanny smiled, "Children usually wake up after a short nap."
Just as she said that, Warmie woke up.
While other children might cry upon waking, Warmie was quiet and well-behaved.
"Warmie, you are awake. You must be hungry. I'll prepare the milk for you," the nanny said with a smile, turning to mix the milk.
Niamh said, "May I hold Warmie? I haven't had a chance to hold her today."
"Go ahead, but be gentle."
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