Isaac kissed her on the cheek and said, âThank you, darling!â
For some inexplicable reason, he felt strangely connected to this little girl from the moment he first saw
her.
Isaac, who was not fond of children at all, found himself feeling rather fond of the three children.
Was it because of who their mother was?
Isaac set Sylvie down on the couch before greeting Phillip.
âHow are you feeling today, Grandpa?â
Phillip looked quite energetic today and his condition had improved immensely, so Isaac hoped that his
grandfather would be able to start talking again soon.
Meanwhile, Phillip glared at Isaac and thought to himself, You fool! Your kids and the woman you
should marry are all right in front of your eyes! Hurry up and marry her so that they officially become a
part of the family.
Isaac cocked his eyebrows. âGrandpa, this is Patricia Aniston, my secretary, and these are her three
children. If you like having them around, Iâll ask her to bring them over to keep you company.â
Isaac leaned down and whispered to Phillip, âIf you want me to give you a great-grandkid, Iâm afraid it
wonât be happening anytime soon. Youâll probably have to wait a couple of years, so for now, youâll
have to be satisfied with someone elseâs kids.â
Then, he straightened up and smirked.
Isaac refused to have a child with Adeline. At most, he was willing to fulfill Phillipâs wishes by marrying
her.
It would not be his fault for not having any children yet.
Phillip eyed Patricia before glancing up at his handsome grandson.
He yearned to communicate somehow, whether by talking or by writing, but he was in no condition to
do so and this infuriated him.
Dinner was rather festive, and even Phillip ate half his plate, which pleased Elizabeth immensely.
The three children followed her as she took Phillip out for a walk. Patricia was on a call, so she did not
realize that it was only her and Isaac left at the dining table.
It was a call from Darcie and from the way her friend sounded, Patricia sensed that something was off.
âDarcie, itâs fine if the price for the house hasnât been settled yet. We can just wait a little longer.
Thereâs no rush.â
âThank you, Tricia! Poppy isnât doing too well lately. Iâm afraid that she wonât be able to hang on long
enough to receive a bone marrow transplant. I plan on approaching Mr. Henderson and pleading with
him again.â
Patriciaâs heart was troubled by the way Darcie continued to sob through the phone.
âIâll help you think of something.â
Patriciaâs eyes were misty by the time the call ended. She felt a terrible pang in her heart whenever she
thought of Poppy.
Darcie had to be having an incredibly hard time carrying this burden all by herself.
Isaacâs eyes were fixed on Patricia and when she sensed his gaze, she quickly set her thoughts aside.
âOh? Where are the others?â
She had not paid any attention to the rest at all.
Isaac quirked his lips and said, âThey went out for a walk. Have you eaten your fill, Miss Aniston?â
Patricia nodded. âYes, Iâm full now.â
âCome upstairs with me. Thereâs something I need you to do.â
He got up and strode off.
Patricia swiftly tagged along behind him. He was her boss, so she had to do as he said.
They went up to the third floor and walked into his bedroom. As soon as she entered the room, Isaac
closed the door and locked it.
Patricia heard the locking sound and turned to look at him.
âPresident Arnold?â
She threw a wary look at the door.
Isaac tugged his tie off and began to uncuff his sleeves.
Patricia stepped back, startled. âI-Isaac Arnold, what are you doing?â
Why is he stripping in front of me after asking me to follow him upstairs? What is he up to? Patricia
grew more and more terrified by the second.
Isaac had a sly grin on his face. âWhat do you think Iâm doing?â
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