Chapter 672 Daddy...

Jack was not surprised by Queenie's decision.

Even if she did not mention it, he would discuss it with her some time soon anyway. They needed to

be reunited with their birth daughter.

Jack sighed and said, "I'd love to be reunited with our daughter too. A few days ago, I met Bianca at

Bay Town. It hurts to see her right in front of me, but I can't get any closer to her, and it... breaks my

heart to see her so thin and haggard.”

Queenie washed her hands with the tap next to the easel, then returned to her rattan chair and

massaged her neck. "I don't think I can wait any longer, Jack. We should go to visit the Crawfords

this weekend, tell them the truth, and reunite with our birth daughter!”

She had chronic cervical spondylosis. If she lowered her head for extended periods, she would suffer

from intense sharp pain in her neck.

Seeing what his wife was doing, Jack took off his coat, placed it on the rack, and began to massage

Queenie's neck and shoulders.

To alleviate his wife's pain, Jack had learned physiotherapy techniques during his free time from a

renowned physiotherapist. No one had expected the exalted Mr. Norman to do that for his wife.

Queenie knew that her husband loved her. Over the years, she had returned his love.

That was why their marriage lasted.

While Jack massaged Queenie, he said, "You should paint less so you wouldn't be bothered by neck

pain so often. Moreover, you have sensitive skin, and there are many chemicals in oil paints that can

cause allergies. Have you forgotten about that time when you had to be rushed to the hospital

because you stayed up all night painting?”

He reprimanded Queenie.

Queenie smiled nonchalantly when she was reminded of that embarrassing episode. "That's already

so long ago. Why are you mentioning it? Oil paints nowadays have far less harmful chemicals than

before, and the risk is negligible. Painting is my favorite hobby and quitting it is impossible. I'd give

up my business before I give up painting.”

Queenie majored in oil painting in college, and Jack knew how much she loved painting. The first

time he met her, she was sitting among the bushes painting flowers. Her elegant demeanor and the

lifelike painting made him fall in love with her at first sight.

After she graduated, Queenie never stopped painting, even though she became a businesswoman.

She had entered her works in various international exhibitions and had gotten gold awards on

multiple occasions. Her works were highly sought after by collectors and art institutions both in and

out of the country.

Queenie Ziegler was an influential name in the artists’ circles of A City.

Her fame also brought her trouble. Many people sought to commission her for huge sums of

money, and some people even tried to give her bribes under the pretense of commissioning her.

Queenie had declined such offers, and Jack had declared that any illicit deals made under the

pretense of art would be severely punished.

True to Jack's word, several bribers had been arrested and punished this way. Eventually, those

schemers gave up on the idea after seeing that nothing would sway their principles.

Jack continued to knead Queenie's shoulders. "Our daughter has inherited your artistic talents. I've

never seen her paintings, but I've seen her house design for Father. Father is a picky person, and

many renowned designers could not satisfy him, except for Bianca. I think that our daughter is a

truly talented designer.”

Queenie nodded in agreement. "Of course. Even if our daughter might not be the best, she would

still be considered one of the best. Do you know why I want to fetch our daughter back from the

Crawford family?"

"Because she has lost her husband. You're afraid that the people from the Crawford family might

bully her, and we can be her support,” Jack guessed.

Queenie gently held Jack's hand, turned her head to look at him, and shook her head gently. “That's

only one of the reasons. Allison Tanner is an arrogant and materialistic woman. Our daughter might

be her daughter-in-law, but she has always treated Bianca with contempt and hostility because of

me. She blames Bianca for Luke's death and says that our daughter has brought bad luck to her son.

If not for Old Master Crawford, she would definitely drive Bianca out of the household without

hesitating...”

Jack's eyes widened, and his hands paused. "How dare she! Even if my daughter leaves the Crawford

family, it's because she wants to, not because she’s forced to. She can come and talk to me if she

wants to do that!"

Queenie smiled and patted Jack's hand, telling him to calm down.

She got up from her chair, went to the shelf next to her, took out a document, and handed it to her

husband.

Jack took the document, not sure what to expect. The more he read it, the more surprised and

happy he became.

His hands were trembling uncontrollably. "When... when did you do this?"

"When I was taking care of Bea, I picked up two strands of her hair and took it to the hospital for a

DNA test. I've confirmed that Bianca is indeed our birth daughter. Jack, the main reason I want to

formalize our relationship with Bianca is that I found out that she's facing financial difficulties, and I

hope that we can help her. My poor girl has suffered so much since she was young, and when she

finally found happiness, an accident took her husband's life away. It's not easy for her to raise three

children on her own. I can't bear to see our daughter in trouble and not help her..."

Even though Jack already knew that Bianca was his birth daughter, looking at the physical report

with his own eyes gave him a shock.

Jack nodded. "Alright, Queenie, let's do it your way. We'll get Bianca out of the Crawford household

as soon as possible.”

Meanwhile, Leia was bringing a plate of cut fruit for her parents.

She stood outside the door and overheard what her parents were talking about. She was mentally

prepared for the eventuality that Bianca would return to the Norman household, but she still felt

that twinge of jealousy...

What would happen to her when Bianca returned?

The three children were sleeping soundly in the mansion.

The twins were sleeping on the bed while Tommy was sleeping in the cradle. He was smiling as he

sucked on the pacifier.

Bianca forgot about her worries as she gazed lovingly at the three children's faces. It was a tranquil

moment.

"Daddy..." Suddenly, Rainie mumbled in her dreams.

The voice was soft, but it wrenched Bianca's heart...