Chapter 311 I Don't Love You
Sally, Lucas, and Owen all quietly glanced at Stacey.
Biting her lip, Stacey admitted, "Conor, I actually have a daughter."
Conor froze.
What?
She had a daughter?
"You... you have a daughter?" Conor's face turned pale.
Stacey nodded.
She slightly frowned.
Why did Conor seem so unhappy?
Didn't he like daughters?
That couldn't be right.
He obviously adored Coco.
Conor's face turned sullen. "I need a moment to think."
Then he turned and left.
Stacey was baffled.
Think about what?
Why did he need to think?
Conor drove away.
Stacey, turning to her companions, asked, "Do you think Conor's happy about this?"
"I don't think so," Sally shook her head.
"Yeah," Lucas added somberly, "He seems pretty mad."
"Could it be that he favors sons over daughters?" Owen speculated, "He likes sons but not daughters, so he can't accept Coco."
"That's impossible," Stacey shook her head. "He really likes Coco. He even said he hoped to have a daughter like Coco."
"Boss, are you kidding?" O

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