Chapter 71: Triplets’ Mighty Mom Chapter 71

Chapter 71 Playing the Matchmaker

“I sure have an exceptional grandson,” Merlin said while stroking his beard. He then handed Silas a

copper key while staring at the latter. “Go get me the red folder in the drawer.”

Despite his surprise, Silas took the key and took out the folder after unlocking the drawer. “Do you

mean this?” “Yeah, and you shall be keeping this from now on,” Merlin said with a nod.

"What's this?” Upon opening it, Silas's heart skipped a beat as he realized that it was his

grandfather's will, which brought a frown to his face. “Grandpa, what are you doing? Why would you

write a will when you're fine?” Merlin got ahold of Silas's hand as the latter tried to tuck the folder

back into his hands. “Don't be nervous, as all I ask of you in the meantime is to hold onto it. My day

will come now that I am old, so you should think about the company even though you don't

personally care about the wealth. To me, you're the best candidate for the president of this

company. The shares that your grandmother and I hold add up to one-fourth of the total number of

shares, which would guarantee your acquisition of the position, with one added condition.” A look

of anger crossed Silas's face as he looked closer at the additional terms listed upon hearing Merlin's

words. “You mean I need to get married before I could inherit the company? Are you sure you want

me as the president?” Merlin wore a mischievous smirk as he responded, “I'll try my best to live on

while you do your best to accomplish that task!” “You should have someone else inherit it, then,”

Silas said. As anxiety kicked in, Merlin slapped him on the back. “Are you planning to piss me off so

much so that you could inherit my wealth after I die of a stroke?” “How could I when I can't even

meet your requirements?” Silas was exasperated. Merlin looked between Camila and Silas while

signaling to the latter. “You should try harder then, you hopeless bum! I did a far better job back

then!” So he wants me to court Camila! The realization gave Silas conflicted feelings. Didn't we only

meet a few times? Why does he have such a good impression of her?

Meanwhile, Camila stood awkwardly as if having heard something that she shouldn't have,

wondering if she would be silenced. This old man! Why didn’t you have me give you some space

when you are talking about such important matters? The document was handed to Silas by Merlin,

and he gave Silas a naughty wink at the same time. “Hold onto and don’t let anyone discover this,

or else they would say that I'm being partial to you. However, one day when I'm dead, you should

show this if anybody questions your claim to the position.”

Those words left a bad taste in Silas's mouth as he sat on his grandfather's bed. “Grandpa! Don't

spout nonsense! Didn't you hear what Doctor Brooklyn told you? You'd better try your best to live

as long as you can so that you can witness my wedding!” “If that's the case, you should work fast to

deliver your promise!” Merlin nodded as he spoke before turning to Camila. “Bring South to visit me

during the holidays, as I like him a lot.” “Alright,” Camila agreed. Merlin heaved a sigh. “Although I

no longer associate myself with worldly matters, 1 do have a clear grasp of things, so you don't need

to feel uneasy about it. I know you're a good kid, as I would be long dead if it wasn't for your

constant visits. You can laugh all you want, but for families like us, familial relationships come after

benefits of any form. However, Rocky isn't blinded by these benefits, so you can work on building a

relationship together.”

Why does it feel like he is playing the matchmaker? Camila responded stiffly as she blushed.