Sweet Twins

The cab driver's hope to meet and see Charles was flushed down the drain faster than water would.
"Hmm... Uncle, let us get out of the car," Bobby suggested, sporting his cute, bubbly face. Then, after thinking for a while, he
proposed, "Uncle, we don't have money to pay you right now. Can you wait here for a moment? We'll just ask daddy for some
cash."
"It's okay, you don't have to. Just remember my plate number, and if ever you see my cab again, you can just pay me then. You
know what? Forget it. Just consider the ride free as my way of doing a good deed." Knowing that it was prohibited to park at the
gate of the hospital, the cab driver was helpless. He couldn't stay here and wait for the children to get the money; otherwise, the
security guard might shoo him.
"Thank you so much, uncle," Nadia uttered before scooting over on the seat to deboard the taxi.
Bobby also expressed his thanks before finally leaving the driver, who waved at the kids before quickly driving away.
Fearing that others might see them, the kids traversed the path with fewer people.
If others recognized them, they would surely inform Nancy or Charles.
"Bobby, why didn't daddy go to the office?" As they walked cautiously, Nadia's voice suddenly broke the slight tension with her
voice.
"Shh...Keep your voice down. Isn't he here in the hospital? Great-grandpa is sick, so he's probably here visiting him," Bobby
uttered in a low voice, sticking his index finger on his lips to remind his sister to keep silent.
"But doesn't he need to work? Daddy is really busy, isn't he?" Nadia continued to ask, ignoring her brother's earlier warning.
Taking a deep breath to exasperate his thinning patience, Bobby replied, "I've told you that he is the CEO. The CEO doesn't
have to go to work every day in the office. Don't you understand?"
"Can the CEO not go to work? I don't understand." The little girl cocked her head to one side and thought really deep as her face
contorted into a grimace. No matter how hard she tried, her young mind couldn't just make sense of her brother's explanation.
"Stop talking. Let's look for great-grandpa's ward." The kids then walked out of the elevator and began to search the corridors,
looking for Frederic.
Meanwhile, while the children were loitering in the hospital, Charles arrived at his grandfather's ward.

And as usual, the old man merely squinted his eyes, as if he didn't even want to take a look at his visiting grandson.
"Father, Charles is here to see you." Angelina broke the impending awkward silence and tension in the room. Obviously,
Frederic––who had always been so stern and imposing––never wanted anyone to see him from a position of weakness. But little
did he know, Charles, who took after him at that point, would also never compromise.
So the two engaged in a battle of silence, each waiting for the other to break the ice. However, Angelina didn't want to be in the
middle of it, so the woman interfered before anything happened.
"Oh..." Frederic answered in a faint voice.
"I'm just passing by. If there is nothing else, I'll go home. I have to wash, cook, and pick up the kids."
Charles purposely showed no hint of remorse or empathy in an attempt to irate his unyielding grandfather even more.
And as if it worked, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and mocked, "Charles, you have become a househusband now,
haven't you? You always say that Joseph is unambitious, but I think you are more unambitious than him now."
"Grandpa, I don't like to hear that. I have a happy life with my wife and the children now. I'm busy every day, and I have both
money and freedom. So, how can you say I'm unambitious?" Observing the expression on Frederic's face, Charles intently
stared at his grandfather while spitting those words. He wanted the old man to see how serious and contented he was with his
life right now––even if it meant being a househusband.
"You! Stop!" the old man shouted, almost rising from his bed in sheer anger.
However, even if his grandfather chased him away, Charles had no intention of leaving just yet. He hadn't finished his words yet,
and leaving would mean his defeat.
Just now, the stubborn family man just moved his legs and made a posture to leave to probe the old man.
"Yes, talk all the time you need to talk to your grandpa. Don't leave in a hurry," Angelina joked, trying to lighten up the tense
atmosphere in the room.
"Okay, I'm listening." Charles settled down the couch, crossing his legs arrogantly while his hand traced the sofa's edge.
And although he decided to stay longer, it wasn't obviously to spend time with his grandfather. Of course, the latter knew this,
seeing as how a clear indifferent look was painted on Charles' face.

"Nancy didn't tell you anything, did she?" Frederic thought that since Charles didn't mention anything, it must be that Nancy kept
her mouth shut.
This woman... What was she planning to do? Was she going to destroy the Fu family?
"Nancy has told me to release Joseph, and she also asked me to be considerate of you since you are old." Charles purposely
emphasized the last part of his sentence.
"Did she really say that?" A look of disbelief glinted in Frederic's face.
"Of course. What? Don't you believe me?"
"It's not that I don't believe you. That girl is brilliant. I just think that she won't put in a good word for me for no reason. There
must be something behind it. What else did she say? Did she persuade you?" the old man asked, pinning both his hands on the
mattress for support.
"She told me to listen to you, so when you asked me to leave the TS Group, I left without hesitation." Of course, Charles wouldn't
tell him about his return to the company.
"You brat! Are you not going back to the TS Group?" Frederic blurted out. At this point, his patience was really running thin.
"Oh! Did I hear it right? Grandpa wants me to go back?"
"Humph!" the old man snorted, rolling his eyes at his grandson.
"If you want me back, then I will on one condition––you have to bless my marriage with Nancy, otherwise..." From ear to ear,
Charles flashed him a condescending grin, aware that he had the upper hand. And in this instance, he was winning against his
grandfather.
"You bastard! There's no way I'll let you marry that woman!" Frederic shouted in sheer anger. And as his veins swelled in a fury,
he continued, "Your uncle's life is hanging on a thin thread, and all you want to do is marry Nancy?! You really disappoint me."
Every word the old man said was aimed at Charles to make the latter feel ashamed.
"Well, that's my condition. Take it or leave it," Charles uttered with a straight face, almost sounding as if he was threatening
Frederic. Then, standing up, he nonchalantly added, "I'm going home now."

Frederic used Nancy to threaten him to leave the TS Group, and now that he wanted him to go back, Charles was using that
woman to threaten him too! Whether he liked it or not, his grandson really took after him!
But the old man would never admit to his defeat. There was no way he would let himself be controlled like this!
"Stop! Stop!" Frederic shouted, firmly shutting his eyes while heaving a deep breath.
However, Charles didn't stop on his track and continued to head towards the door.
"Charles, what's so good about Nancy? You'd rather give up the TS Group for that woman?" Hardy, who had been silent all the
time, roared. He seldom interfered with the affairs of his son, but this time, he couldn't really keep his mouth shut anymore.
But his stubborn and hard-headed son walked faster, ignoring the two men.
"Father, don't be angry. Just take your time," Angelina advised in a soft voice, hoping that the old man would calm down.
"I also want to take my time, but the TS Group is losing more than a billion a day. How can I not be in a hurry?" Frederic's head
ached just by merely thinking about the money he mysteriously lost.
"Dad, how about you agree with Charles and let him marry Nancy?" Hardy suddenly advised.
He neither could stop his son nor had the interest to do so. He was fine with Charles marrying any woman.
He had no feelings for Angelina, but he still had gotten through all these years with her.
There was neither happiness nor misfortune.
Everything just sailed stable, and if he were to be honest, his marriage was better than some couples' who married for love.
"Hardy, get out of here!" Frederic's voice suddenly blared in all corners of the ward.
And seeing that the old wan was dead serious this time, Hardy was too scared to utter a word.
Meanwhile, Bobby and Nadia had overheard the adults' entire conversation through the window.
"So great-grandpa kicked daddy out of the company?" Nadia's voice was coated with sadness and disappointment as she
learned that fact.

"Yes, and the reason why daddy and mommy failed to negotiate was because of great-grandpa too. It was him who didn't allow
mommy to marry daddy!" After successfully eavesdropping, Bobby began to put two and two together, finally understanding
everything.
"Great-grandpa is a mean, old man. He is such a horrible person. I hate him!" Nadia pouted angrily, crossing her arms across her
chest to show her displeasure.
"Come on! Hurry up. Daddy is walking out." Bobby held his sister's hand, and cautiously walked into the tea room.