Chapter 1103: Chapter 1013: Have You Already Beco This Poor?
Adam got whacked by the old man with a cane, leaving a red mark on his forehead. His expression grew even gloomier, which made Elder Piers a bit uncomfortable. He poked Adam with his cane, “What’s this? You’re saying I can’t scold or hit you anymore? You’re giving your grandpa the cold shoulder now?”
“No.” Adam responded sullenly.
Elder Piers didn’t believe him, “Your face says otherwise.”
“Grandpa, I really do have a girlfriend, the type I’m planning to marry. As for previous stuff, I’ll explain it to you later.” Adam adjusted his mood and told the old man.
Elder Piers wanted to say more, but seeing Adam’s low spirits, he didn’t make it difficult for him, “Alright, since you’re planning to get married, you should bring her to see your grandpa. It’s rare to see you this serious, she must be a good girl.”
“Does her being good or not need evaluation from an old man like you? I think you’re just bored, wanting to ddle in everything!” Old Mr. Smith quipped at his old friend before Adam could answer.
Elder Piers turned his head, continuing the bickering with Old Mr. Smith.
Adam was speechless, turned around, and walked into the house.
“Doot doot…” As soon as he entered, he saw Teddy standing on the stairs. The little guy was two years old, but he wasn’t steady coming downstairs, yet he insisted on doing so himself. The maid beside him watched nervously, and when she suddenly heard Teddy calling, she hastily looked for help.
Adam strode forward and scooped the little guy up, gently chiding, “Good boy, tell Uncle if you’ve gained weight again?”
“No.” Teddy shook his head without thinking, and as if it wasn’t enough, he emphasized again, “Teddy’s not fat.”
“Not fat? You’re thirty pounds now, right? No way, Uncle has to weigh you.” Saying this, Adam moved to weigh Teddy.
Teddy wouldn’t have it, yelling “no” while the maid standing beside them couldn’t help but laugh softly, unceremoniously betraying Teddy, “Little Master was just weighed this morning, exactly thirty-two pounds.”
Adam laughed again, “The food in your manor must be really good, isn’t that right, Teddy?”
“Teddy’s not fat!” Teddy protested.
Adam teased him, “If Teddy’s not fat, then who is?”
Teddy tilted his little head seriously thinking for a mont, “Mommy’s fat.”
Adam chuckled and gave Teddy a thumbs up, “You’ve got guts!”
Just as he finished speaking, both of them felt a gaze from overhead. They looked up to see Brandon standing casually at the second-floor landing, unclear how much of their conversation he’d heard.
Not wanting any trouble, Adam imdiately sold out his nephew, “Your son said it, it has nothing to do with !”
“Heh.” Brandon snorted disdainfully, his eyes falling on his son who clung tightly to Adam, “Co down.”
Teddy shook his head like a rattle drum, not only refusing to co down but clinging even tighter to Adam.
Adam was surprised; Teddy was usually smart and listened to his dad the most, so what was with him today? He curiously looked at the little guy, silently giving him a thumbs up in his heart, full of spirit!
Brandon watched his son, taking long strides down, approaching them, and reached out to Teddy, “Co over, let Aunt Claudia take you to eat.”
Teddy turned his back to Brandon, not only disobedient but refusing to let Brandon hold him.
Adam was amused because he rarely saw Brandon at a loss and couldn’t help enjoying the show.
Brandon glanced sideways at Adam and continued to watch his son, “George Piers.”
“What are you doing?” Abigail ca out, seeing Adam holding their son and her husband yelling at their son with a stern face. She imdiately ca over to ask.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, Teddy suddenly burst into tears, wailing like he had been greatly wronged.
Adam holding Teddy hadn’t expected the scenario to go this way, and for a mont held Teddy like a hot potato, looking at Abigail with a super innocent face, “Sister-in-law, I didn’t touch him!”
Anyway, Adam decided to clear his na first.
Fortunately, just after he said this, Teddy struggled to get down from Adam’s arms. He quickly let the little guy go and watched as Teddy swiftly climbed up the stairs, then stood up and hugged Abigail’s leg tightly, tears welling in his eyes, whispering pitifully, “Mommy hug, Daddy’s bad… wants to take Mommy…”
Although Teddy’s words were broken, Adam eventually understood. Apparently, soone wasn’t allowing Teddy near his mom and was fierce about it, tsk tsk.
Abigail looked at her son’s tearful little face, heart aching, reached out to hug Teddy, but the next mont the little guy was suddenly lifted up by a pair of long arms from behind.
Teddy was montarily stunned, then burst into even louder cries. If the previous wailing had any hint of performance, then this mont of Teddy’s crying was genuine and sincere.
He was just going to hug his fragrant mommy, but then…
“Wah wah wah wah…” As he cried, Teddy struggled with his little chubby legs, trying to get his mom’s rescue.
Abigail couldn’t bear to hear her son cry like this and glared at Brandon, “I’ll just hold him for a bit.”
In everything else, Brandon could indulge Abigail, but not this. He cruelly refused, “Don’t you know how much he weighs? You know your own health condition. Besides, this little rascal just badmouthed you.”
Abigail was shocked. Her son was only two years old, how could he badmouth her? This man would stop at nothing to prevent her from hugging their son.
Brandon saw that Abigail didn’t believe him and looked at Adam, “You say it.”
Adam, who was in the middle of enjoying the drama, was suddenly dragged into it, incredulously pointed at himself.
Brandon’s cold gaze swept over him as if to say, who else if not you?
Adam’s mouth opened but closed again. He glanced at Abigail, then at the sorrowful Teddy who couldn’t hug his mom, then at Brandon, finally covering his chest, “Yes, sister-in-law, Teddy said you’re fat.”
Abigail, “…”
Teddy, who had switched to sobbing quietly, “…”
Brandon was pleased, looked at Abigail, “You heard that, right? This little guy thinks you’re fat, and you still want to risk your life to hold him?”
Without waiting for Abigail to answer, he looked at his son, who looked equally stunned, “Saying bad things about your mom and still want her to hold you? Don’t even think about it.”
Teddy, “…”
“Mama, Mama…” Teddy suddenly called Abigail in a sweet, childish voice, sounding extra soft and spoiled.
Adam watched from the side, dumbfounded. Wasn’t this supposed to be a two-year-old child? More like a little genius, right?
Abigail looked at the father-son duo, speechless for a mont, then approached Teddy and gently hugged him, softly comforting the little guy, “Teddy, don’t cry. Mama has a little sister in her tummy right now, so I can’t hold you, but Mama can sleep with Teddy tonight, okay?”
Teddy heard Abigail’s words and his little face showed a serious expression as he thought for a mont, “Mama doesn’t lie, Daddy doesn’t steal.”
Despite his incomplete words, the adults present understood instantly—clearly, so mischievous couple had lied to the child for their own happiness, tsk tsk.
Adam watched the scene unfold.
Abigail was reminded of why her son was crying today, her cheeks turning slightly pink. She beca embarrassingly aware of Adam’s knowing expression.
Even Brandon, whose face was usually thick-skinned, felt a bit warm after being exposed by his son, and he coughed lightly, “Daddy promises Teddy. Can you go have dinner with Aunt Claudia now?”
With so reluctance, Teddy nodded, and finally stretched out his arms to Aunt Claudia who would carry him.
Once Teddy was taken away, Abigail followed suit.
This left only Adam and Brandon at the top of the stairs on the second floor, creating a sowhat awkward atmosphere.
Adam realized he’d learned sothing he shouldn’t have and, driven by a strong will to survive, called out to his brother.
Brandon shot him a frosty glance before speaking, “Let’s talk in the study.”
“Alright.” Adam quickly agreed, realizing he’d narrowly dodged a bullet, and followed Brandon with a grinning, shaless face.
But once inside Brandon’s study, Adam’s expression turned serious, and he went on to recount the day’s events to Brandon.
After listening, Brandon said, “So you suspect that person was at Golden Entertainnt today?”
“Yes, his behavior suggests so. Golden Entertainnt’s rapid rise clearly ans they’ve gotten involved with so dirty business. Oswald is ambitious and sowhat capable, but that’s all. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been driven out of Swallow City by before. But that person is different, although I’m still unclear about why he’s returned. Since he escaped, why not escape further?” Adam ntioned the person, furrowing his brows in a complex emotion.
“What’s there to do? Naturally, he’s co to seek revenge on .” Brandon said pointedly.
Adam snuck a glance at this person, thinking to himself, you’re really not taking it easy. But judging by the recent conduct of the other side, Brandon was probably right.
“What do you plan to do?” Adam’s head hurt. When immortals fight, mortals suffer, and why, as a re employee, should he bear such pressure? Especially since this ti Bertha Swift got involved.
“He seems deranged, try not to engage with him directly. You moving against Oswald was a warning to him, and he’s aware of your stance. So next ti, he may act harshly. Be vigilant, and I’ll find soone to watch over Miss Swift.” Brandon said, lowering his brows.
Adam nodded, his greatest concern being Bertha Swift’s involvent, but Brandon’s reassurance about watching over Bertha eased his mind considerably.
“Yes, I’ll remind Bertha to be careful too. But since he’s returned, he might not give up easily. Both you and Abigail should be cautious.” Adam said, thinking about Abigail’s belly earlier and Brandon’s nervous deanor. If the other side really did sothing to Abigail, Adam couldn’t imagine what Brandon might do.
Thinking about it, if it were Bertha Swift, he’d probably feel the sa way, and his expression grew more solemn, with his slovenly dandy deanor vanishing completely.
“I understand.” Brandon nodded, having conducted himself cautiously all along because Abigail’s due date was approaching, and he dared not risk provoking the other side. So he cautiously managed the situation.
After the two discussed for a while, the butler’s knock sounded outside, summoning them to dinner.
Adam glanced at the ti—it was already six in the afternoon. Rembering that Bertha Swift was still at ho, he directly declined, but upon descending, he slled the rich aroma wafting from the dining room and stopped in his tracks.
“Weren’t you in a hurry to leave?” Brandon asked, seeing Adam suddenly pause in the living room.
“In a hurry indeed.” Adam replied, but then dashed ahead to the dining room, where a lavish dinner awaited. Not only was there slow-cooked chicken soup, but also plenty of large dishes.
Adam knew Brandon was extrely picky about food, and the manor’s chefs were among the top from various culinary schools. Since Abigail’s pregnancy, even more attention had been paid to the diet, ensuring the taste was in no way inferior to the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion’s chefs. Despite Brandon’s thoughts, Adam flashed a bright smile at Abigail, “Sis, today’s dinner slls wonderful.”
Abigail looked at Adam, who resembled a greedy cat with none of his previous slovenly deanor, and laughed, “If it slls good, eat more.”
“But I’m rushed for ti. Can I take so to go?” Adam asked, pushing his luck upon hearing Abigail’s words.
“Cough, cough…” Before Abigail could respond, Old Mr. Smith choked on his soup, incredulous as he looked at Adam, “Have you beco this poor?”
“I’m… just fond of the manor’s food. What’s that got to do with being poor? Grandpa, even sis hasn’t said anything, and here you are, being stingy.” Adam conveniently retorted against Old Mr. Smith to conceal his intentions, then sincerely turned to Abigail again, “Sis, is it possible?”
He glanced at the shimring golden chicken soup on Abigail’s table, convinced that Bertha would find it incredibly nourishing.
Feeling Adam’s gaze, Abigail started off dazed, then suddenly understood, feeling both speechless and amused. Previously, she always thought Adam and Brandon had very different personalities, yet inexplicably they ended up being the ones left together, strangely enough. But she suddenly understood now.
Despite their significant personality differences, they shared sothing fundantal in their core.
“Alright, I’ll have soone pack it for you.” Abigail replied with a smile.
Brandon walked in just in ti, looking at Adam with disdain, “Do you think this is a restaurant?”
“How could I dare?” Adam’s words said otherwise, but he quickly stepped up to the servant packing his food, “Hey Uncle Piers, I want this, this one… and this one. Yes, pack more of this for . Ah, Uncle Piers, you’re so good to . Piers really understands . That’s enough, that’s enough…”
From the kitchen ca Adam’s voice now and then, making Abigail chuckle and shake her head. Brandon looked at her, “What I made for you is all being taken away by him, and you’re still smiling.”
“I’m happy that Adam knows how to care for others now.” Abigail replied softly to Brandon. Though she still wore a young face, she’d lived two lives ultimately. Seeing Adam felt like seeing a little child, her tone carrying a touch of indulgence.
“He knows how to care for others, but do you think I don’t?”
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