Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Ophelia watched as the man came down and walked right up to her.

When she got a clear look at Finnegan's face, Ophelia was slightly stunned.

This legendary Finnegan was actually the same man she had seen in Blake's photo album!

Could there really be such a coincidence in the world?

Blood ties were truly amazing.

"You've seen me before?" Finnegan suppressed his excitement as he looked Ophelia up and down.

His eyelids twitched from being too excited.

Ophelia nodded and honestly told him about the photo album, then took out the jade pendant she carried with her. "Is this jade pendant that I've had with me since childhood from you?"

When Finnegan saw the jade pendant, his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

At this moment, he truly understood the meaning of finding something lost.

"You really are my daughter! This jade pendant was put on you by your mother back then, but your mother, she's now already..."

A trace of disappointment flashed through Ophelia's eyes.

So she had no chance to ever meet the true owner of this jade pendant again.

"Do you have a photo of her?" She asked.

Finnegan, tears streaming down his face, led Ophelia upstairs while Zander was left behind, showing no emotion.

He knew better than anyone how much Finnegan wanted to find his sister.

In the study, Ophelia sat across from Finnegan.

"This is a photo of your mother." Finnegan pushed over an already opened photo album. Inside was a very gentle woman in white.

The woman had a gentle smile on her lips, and those eyes seemed to look at Ophelia through the photograph.

The moment she saw this photo, Ophelia couldn't help but cry.

Tears streamed down her face.

At this moment, she seemed to understand why Zander was so convinced she was from the Schmidt family.

Because she looked exactly like the woman in the photo.

"She got seriously ill the year you went missing. I searched the world for famous doctors and kept her alive for two more years. After two years, we still couldn't find any news of you, and heartbroken, she..." Finnegan didn't continue with the rest.

"Thank you for telling me all this. Can I take one of her photos?"

"Ophelia, stay. The Schmidt family needs you."

Ophelia pulled out a photo, a peaceful smile appearing on her lips. "I won't stay with the Schmidt family. Coming back this time wasn't to reunite with you all. I just wanted to know who my parents were."

Finnegan's body shook, tears streaming down his face. "Ophelia."

At that moment, Zander's knock came from outside the door. "Dad, Mr. Weston is here."

Blake was here?

Ophelia nervously looked toward the door. Finnegan smiled. "Seems like you're very worried about him."

Ophelia was slightly stunned when she heard this. "I..."

"No need to explain. Before you came, I already knew about your connection. Go ahead, bring him in so I can see him."

Ophelia bit her lower lip and got up to leave, not expecting Blake to already be at the door.

"Why did it take so long?" Blake asked.

Ophelia was slightly stunned. Behind her, Finnegan had already walked over.

"It was me who wanted to keep Ophelia. Mr. Weston, I admire you very much. Could you, considering that I'm an old man, lend me Ophelia for a bit longer?"

Blake frowned slightly and looked at Finnegan. "How long?"

"One dinner."

Zander watched from the side, having never seen Finnegan so restrained in front of anyone, not even if that person was Blake.

"Mr. Weston, aren't you being too much? After all, Ophelia is my sister."

Blake turned his head and glanced at Zander. "You have a problem with that?"

Zander was slightly stunned by that look.

Fortunately, Finnegan came to his rescue in time. "Mr. Weston, don't mind what my useless son said. Stay and have dinner together."

Blake nodded.

At the dinner table, many people from the Schmidt family came.

They all looked Ophelia over, many with challenging and questioning gazes.

"Where's Cressida? Why isn't she here?"

"You're really out of the loop, aren't you? Cressida is a fake. This Ophelia here is the real daughter of the Schmidt family."

"So it's her? I heard that she used to be..."

Just as that person was about to continue, a coughing sound suddenly interrupted them.

Looking at Finnegan's expression, it had completely changed.

"I'm sorry, I spoke too quickly..."

"No need to apologize. Just leave."

The person's face instantly turned pale, but they didn't dare stay any longer and got up to leave.

Ophelia watched coldly. She knew Finnegan was backing her up.

If Finnegan didn't do this today, then what awaited her in the future would definitely be these people endlessly finding fault with her.

And that Cressida was still a major threat.

Ophelia's expression remained calm. Finnegan looked over, appreciation flashing in his eyes. "Good. Worthy of being my daughter."

This statement completely sealed Ophelia's identity.

The people at the table instantly didn't dare say anything more and finished the entire meal harmoniously.

The more Finnegan looked, the more he felt Blake and Ophelia were a perfect match.

His desire to quickly arrange their marriage grew stronger.

"Mr. Weston, it seems your family has already arranged a marriage for you?"

Blake was a smart man and understood Finnegan's meaning instantly.

"The Weston family's arrangements have nothing to do with me, and no one dares to arrange anything for me. Mr. Schmidt, you don't need to worry about it."

Ophelia realized what Finnegan was about to say and wanted to stand up and leave right then.

But Blake reached out and held her in her seat. "Mr. Schmidt, to be honest, I've already proposed to Ophelia and hope to get your approval."

Finnegan was very surprised. "What?"

He looked at Ophelia. "Mr. Weston has already proposed?"

Ophelia nodded, but at the time she thought it was just a joke. She didn't expect Blake to be serious.

"Good!" Finnegan suddenly started laughing, very happy.

Zander couldn't help but sigh. "I haven't seen Dad this happy in a long time, Ophelia."

Ophelia could see the emotion in those eyes.

Her heart warmed slightly.

She could feel that over these years, Finnegan had been deeply blaming himself for not finding her.

"So, why don't you..." Just as Zander started speaking, Finnegan glared at him.

"Since Ophelia doesn't want to return to the Schmidt family, don't force her. Being outside is the same, as long as she's part of the Schmidt family."

As he finished speaking, Finnegan looked at Blake.

"Promise me you'll take good care of Ophelia."

Blake looked up, met Finnegan's eyes, and nodded solemnly.