Love Contract

Chapter 212 Taking Over The Business (Part One)

"Grandpa, I am a talented singer. Miss May praised me for having a wonderful voice!" Elissa cheerfully said. In Timothy's ward, she sat on the bed and again spoke up. "Grandpa, can I sing for you?"

"Okay," said Timothy with a smile. "Grandpa is listening. I'm sure that Elissa will sing well!" he added.

"Oh, yes, my dear Elissa," said Amy, who sat beside them with a loving look on her face. "Grandma wants to hear it too!"

"Hee hee! Then Elissa is going to sing you a song!" With a chuckle, Elissa stood up from the bed, raised the corners of her dress, and began to sing. "There is a group of Smurfs on the other side of the mountain and the sea..."

As Mary pushed William, who was sitting on the wheelchair towards Timothy's ward, they happened to witness such a lovely scene. William looked at her and the two smiled at each other.

It seemed that the two kids had a good time last night.

"Good morning!" As soon as the two reached the door, the bodyguard standing by the door greeted them respectfully.

"Good morning," they answered.

"Open the door. Let's go in," William ordered.

"Yes, sir." The bodyguard lowered his body slightly and opened the door for them.

"Alick, Elissa." Sitting on a wheelchair, William called them with a smile.

"Dad!"

"Dad!"

When they heard William's voice, the two kids called him at the same time.

Alick put down the Lego blocks in his hands at once and ran towards William excitedly.

Surprised and flattered, William immediately opened his arms and held Alick. He rubbed his son's head with his big palm and grinned, "Why are you so obedient today?"

Mary also had the same question in mind. She was perplexed that the two kids called their father first before her.

"I had a nightmare last night." There was an obvious anxiety in Alick's eyes. "I dreamed that Dad was taken away by a bad guy and bled a lot." "Alick." Hearing that, Mary frowned slightly and her heart felt like it skipped a beat.

"Sweetheart, everything is okay." William comforted his son right away. "I'm fine! No bad guys will take you away again. Dad will protect you."

"Sure." With his head lowered in William's arms, Alick did not say anything more.

"Dad!" Elissa moved down from the bed and squeezed into William's arms as well.

"Good girl!" said William and he kissed her on the forehead.

"Dad, when will you recover?" Elissa asked cautiously and carefully.

"Pretty soon." William smiled reassuringly.

"Dad, can you take me to KFC again when you recover?"

"I want to go too!" Alick said in a hurry.

"KFC? Again? What?" Hearing this, Mary raised her eyebrow and asked, "When did you eat at KFC?"

"Ahem!" William coughed and changed the topic. "Father, how are you feeling now?"

"Humph!" Though William advertently changed the topic, Mary noticed it. Her mouth twitched and she secretly pinched William's back. "Hiss!" William winced in pain.

"Humph, you only think of me now." Timothy glared at William and turned his gaze away.

"Wow," said Elissa in a low voice. She bent over to whisper in William's ear, but she did not know that her voice was loud enough to be heard by others. "Dad, Grandpa is so frightening when he is angry."

"Ha ha!" Aunt Amy heard what Elissa had said and she burst into laughter.

Mary was stunned. She lowered her head and chuckled.

"Well." William glanced at Timothy expectantly.

"Elissa, how could Grandpa be angry?" Timothy turned around with an unhappy look on his face. "Is it really frightening when Grandpa is angry?"

"No." Elissa shook her head.

"Ha ha!" Aunt Amy waved her hand with a smile. "I can't hold it any longer!"

"What a fool!" Alick made faces at Elissa and said, "We heard what you said just now!"

"Ha ha!"

"Madam," said a female servant as she appeared at the door while they were laughing happily. She gently pushed the door of the ward open after knocking. "I've brought breakfast and I have put it in the next room."

"Okay." Amy nodded and said, "We'll be there soon."

"Yeah! Breakfast!" Elissa got out of William's arms and held Mary's hand. "Mommy, take Elissa to have breakfast!"

"My girl!" Mary poked on her little nose and pretended to be angry. "Now you saw me, huh? Ask Grandma to take you there. I'll push... I'll push — "

"Push Dad!" Taking a look at Mary, William decided that the remarriage should be urgently put on the agenda. He could not let her slip away from his grasp again.

"Mary," Timothy, who was lying on the sickbed, suddenly said, "you take the two kids to eat first. I have a few words with William."

"Then..." Mary glanced at William and nodded. "Then we'll go out first."

"Let's eat breakfast!"

Inside the ward, only the two men were left. One was lying on the bed, and the other was sitting on a wheelchair. The scene was quite spectacular, but the two were both wearing long faces as if they were competing with each other.

"Father," William asked first, "are you all right?"

"I won't be all right if I get angry at you a few more times," Timothy answered crossly.

Touching his nose, William thought, 'When did I offend you again?'

"Have you found out who kidnapped Alick and Elissa?" asked Timothy.

"Not yet."

"Useless!" Timothy yelled at him. "How many days have passed and you still have no idea who did it to your children? How could you be so careless?! What if they don't give up and do it again?"

"We'll find it out soon."

"Look at those useless men you have! How dare you tell me that?!" Timothy curled his lips and said in a serious tone, "You made a promise to me at the beginning. Now the enemy has made trouble for you, but you could not even protect your own children. Let me ask you one more question. Do you want to take over my business or not?"

"I-"

"You don't have to do it," Timothy interrupted him. "Since I can still manage it now, I will train Alick by my hands. My grandson is smarter than you. I'll let him take over the business. In a matter of years, he will definitely do better than you did."

"Alick is less than four years old!" Glaring at Timothy, William said, "It's too dangerous. I don't agree."

"That's better than being slaughtered."

"I'll do it." William raised his head and said firmly, "I will take over your business."

Timothy raised his eyebrows at his son's response. "How could you be so decisive now? Did someone open your eyes with an iron stick? If so, I should have done that to you earlier!"

"You may think that way." William continued, "After what happened, I suddenly realized that I'm not alone anymore. In the past, I always thought that it was enough that I could protect myself but now, I have Mary and my children. I have a greater responsibility, so I must protect them at all costs."

Hearing that, Timothy nodded approvingly. "That's my son. From this moment on, I'll leave the power to you."

"Okay." William nodded.

Timothy smiled with relief and suddenly shouted to his man outside, "Sam!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Help me to breakfast."

"Well, how about the young master?"

"He has a wheelchair. He can push himself. It's just next door,"

William was speechless. Though their conversation was sincere and life-changing, his father was still the same.

In a cafe at the corner of a street, several customers were inside.

Click. Click. Click. Sounds of high heels knocking on the floor came closer.

A young woman wearing sunglasses pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hello, madam. Table for one?" A waiter came forward and asked.

"No, I'm looking for someone." The woman waved her hand and strode to the table by the windows on her high heels.

"Here you are."

It was a man who was waiting for her. It was Frank. He was looking out of the window and turned around when he heard her voice.

"What's up?" Andy took off her sunglasses and looked around with concern. "Isn't it dangerous for us to meet in public during the day?"

"It's fine." A shadow flashed in Frank's eyes. "I invested in this cafe. No one will gossip about me here. Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thanks." Andy shook her head. "You asked me to come here not because you wanted to buy me a cup of coffee, right?" Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Of course not." Frank took a sip of coffee with his slender fingers and said, "I have something to tell you."

"Could it be," Andy swallowed her saliva and lowered her voice unconsciously, "Could it be about the kidnapping?"

With a smile at the corners of his mouth, Frank answered, "Yes, it is."

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong? Have we been found?" Andy's questions poured one after another. It was obvious that she was flustered and nervous.

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