Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love
Chapter 342 Reconciliation

Without answering, Nancy walked past him and hurried downstairs.

At the same time, Charles emerged out of his room, glancing at Edward with his unruly eyes. "Edward, what's up?" he asked indifferently but the latter gazed at his son instead of answering him first.

"Bobby, help your Mommy make breakfast," Edward ordered softly, taking his phone from the little boy so that the latter can proceed to the kitchen and do as he was commanded. Then, the master of the house turned to gaze back at Charles and buried both hands on his pockets.

Meanwhile, Bobby began to sense the tension that was slowly building up between those two men. After all, with his sharp instincts, there was no way he could miss the evident grim that hovered on their faces.

So, the young boy answered obediently, "Okay, dad."

He glanced at Charles worriedly one last time before descending the stairs and headed to the kitchen.

"What's wrong? Do you want to fight me?" Charles shifted his weight on one leg and leaned both his arms on his waist. His eyes, now seemingly more calm and confident, were glued on Edward.

However, the latter did not seem intimidated and instead smiled coldly, saying, "Of course not! I'm just here to ask why the news about your marriage with Nancy suddenly disappeared online. Did you change your mind? If you really love her, you would take care of her and give her the best life instead of always making her cry! Give the sense of security she never had!" "I want to, but..." Charles sighed. He wanted to explain his side, but upon thinking of his mother, it seemed meaningless to clarify it to someone who probably would not understand.

"If you need my help, you can just ask me," Edward suddenly offered, much to Charles' surprise.

The latter cocked his head to one side and wondered how Edward could be so amiable with him now. He used to be hostile with him, and hearing his kind offer only made Charles even more confused. After all he was his rival, right? Why would he help him?

"Well, don't overthink. I'm doing it for Nancy, not for you." Edward smiled with a distinct mockery hint, seeing as how confusion was written all over Charles' face. Then, he continued, "If you don't treat Nancy well, I will kick you out of my house. But if she and the children accept you, then you have my blessings."

Hearing this, Charles took a step closer to Edward and patted the latter on his shoulder. Then, leaning closer, he whispered, "Well, you can count on that. Rest assured that you won't stand a chance in taking away my woman and children, Edward." Then, the ever so dominant Charles flashed him a smile and uttered, "Well, I better get going."

"Don't you want to eat breakfast first?" Edward asked, raising his brows.

"I have something to deal with." After saying that, Charles started striding downstairs.

And while Edward was left standing on the corridor staring at his guest's hurried back, he reminded, "Charles, if you skip breakfast, you might have a stomach ache later today."

Turning around, the latter flashed a sinister smile and uttered, "My stomach is not as fragile as yours."

At this point, Edward could only shrug his shoulders while staring at the man's receding figure. He did his best to offer, and if Charles was really bent on leaving, there was nothing he could do. Meanwhile, Nadia, who had been listening to their conversation, walked out of the room.

"Dad, has my daddy left?" the young girl asked, rubbing her still sleepy eyes.

Edward then turned his head towards the kid. "Yes, kiddo. Your daddy just left," he replied, squatting down to pick her up.

"Oh, okay," Nadia answered lazily, staring at Edward's face with her big eyes. Maybe her dad just finished his morning exercise that was why his face was sweating. After all, it was not hot in the house, so there was no way he would sweat without doing anything.

Seeing this, the kid raised her hand and wiped his face gently.

"Nadia, do you like your daddy?" An almost invisible impatience glinted through his eyes as Edward asked. He knew it was such a silly question, but his instincts wanted to know what the little girl thought of his father. If he was planning to give up this fight, then he must be assured that Nancy and the kids would be in good hands. Otherwise, he would never let Charles have them.

Biting her fingers, Nadia thought for a while before answering, "I like Daddy, and I like you too."

"Thank you, kid!" Hearing her innocent and honest reply, Edward couldn't help smiling and planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

However, at the back of his mind, he also wanted to ask the kid whether she preferred living with him or her daddy, Charles.

In fact, when he heard the children calling Charles as ' daddy,' jealousy almost rained on Edward. But unlike the former, he didn't dare to say it out loud. And that was where he and Charles differed.

The latter, being an overbearing man, would always let people know what he wanted, while Edward was satisfied keeping his thoughts to himself and not forcing anyone to do anything. "Breakfast is ready, Edward." Nancy's voice suddenly resounded from the kitchen.

The woman thought it was perhaps better to distance herself from the tension between the two men; otherwise, the house's atmosphere would only be too restive and strained for them to live in. "Your daddy left?" she asked Bobby. Just now, she heard the sound of Charles coming downstairs, heavy and loud. It didn't sound like footsteps that a man suffering from waist injury could make. So, Nancy thought that the stubborn bull must have tricked him again this morning!

"Yup. He's gone," Bobby replied after stretching out his head to check the door.

Then, after glancing back to his mother, he saw the irritation flashing across her face while her lips were pressed into a thin line.

"Mommy, are you sad that daddy left?" the young boy asked with utmost curiosity.

Raising her hand, Nancy gently ruffled his hair and replied, "Don't think too much. I'm not sad."

"Mommy, daddy loves you very much, but he is too stupid to express himself. Don't you think so?" Bobby asked in his usual voice that sounded too grown-up for a kid.

Also thinking that the kid must be too matured for his age, Nancy flashed her son a half-smile. "I know. Don't worry, honey. I won't marry your daddy for the time being." "Why?" This time, a hint of anxiousness replaced the curiosity in the young boy's eyes.

"Because your grandma doesn't like mommy!" Although Nancy wanted to make it seem like a joke, deep down, it was painful to even say that.

She couldn't change the fact that Angelina would never accept her into the family. And the thought of the matriarch going out of bounds just to break them apart sent millions of thorns prickling her heart. "Mommy, why do you care so much about what grandma thinks?" Bobby could see that his grandmother was indeed mean and deliberately made things difficult for his mommy. But the more his mommy cared about Angelina, the more arrogant and cunning his grandmother would be.

In fact, if his mommy and daddy got married one day, his grandma would eventually be fine about it and accept them.

Of course, Bobby's young mind could only comprehend so much. He didn't understand that his grandmother was rather a complex and scheming woman who would do anything to protect the reputation of their family name.

'Why do I care so much about what Angelina thinks?' Nancy echoed the words of her son in her head.

And the more she thought about that, Nancy was hit with only one realization-she didn't want to marry Charles not because she hated him, but because she could not fathom the thought of having Angelina as he mother-in-law!

So, as this realization dawned on her, she could only let out a sigh. Why was she making things complicated when it was merely Angelina who was the root cause of their entire problem?

"I thought you were already eating breakfast? What are you guys doing?" Edward's voice resounded as soon as he and Nadia reached the kitchen. His eyes were intently fixed on Nancy, who he caught in a daze and obviously thinking of something so profound.

"Oh, Edward! We were just chatting. Come on, breakfast is ready! Let's eat!" Nancy took off her apron, and the four of them immediately began munching on the food.

Meanwhile, the morning dew had just set at the well-tended garden of the Fu family.

Angelina, who was taking her morning walk around the plants, stopped by the pathway and called the butler.

"My lady." The butler bowed and greeted her respectfully.

"Did you get any news about Charles last night?" The matriarch had never, not even once before, cared if a piece of news about his son broke the television of the internet. But now it was different.

She would interfere, no matter what it would take, to destroy his relationship with Nancy. So, Angelina asked the butler to remove all the online articles about their marriage, knowing that Charles would come here to question her.

After all, he knew his son very well.

It would be impossible for him to just sit around and do nothing.

But why there wasn't any news about Charles yet?

Was he going to hold the wedding? Would he invite her?

He surely would invite Frederic!

'No! I won't let Charles marry Nancy!

I will never compromise! That will mean my failure!1 she thought.

So, knowing that Nancy and the children lived in Edward's house, Angelina thought it was a perfect opportunity to make Charles realize how much of an unfaithful woman her bride-to-be was. But she didn't expect her son to condescend to come to Edward's house and look for that woman!

As for the news that he was going to marry Nancy, it was probably just a joke. It should be!

Thinking of this, Angelina grew rather more irritable amidst the serenity of the morning.

"My lady, I have no news about the young master," the butler answered respectfully.

"Well, then tell me what you think." Angelina's well-manicured hands leaned on her waist, showcasing how her patience was running on a thin thread.

"Mom, you don't have to ask the butler. I'll tell you myself!" Suddenly, Charles' voice blared from the outside, which made the butler jolt in fear. "Young master, you're back?" the latter asked in a trembling voice. "Yes, I am." Charles had just parked his car outside the grand gate of their mansion, so the two didn't hear his engine roaring to life.

"You brat! There are many other good women in the world. Why are you obsessed with Nancy?!" Angelina, who stomped her feet to meet her son half-way, asked in fuming anger.

"I love her, mother. Is there anything wrong about that?" Charles directly refuted his mother, equaling the latter's sharp gaze to show that he had no intention of backing down.

However, the old woman seemed unbothered and even managed to snort, "Well, if you think I will let you marry that woman, you are dreaming!"

"Then, I'll let you see if I'm dreaming or not!" Charles retorted, furrowing his brows tightly to showcase his displeasure. And as his arrogant voice left his mother in utter surprise, he wasted no time and turned around to leave.

"Charles, where are you going?" Angelina shouted helplessly. The provocative gaze his son just gave her inexplicably left the old woman flustered to her feet. She remembered Charles to be an obedient and respectful son, who would never provoke her no matter how big their conflicts were.

But now, he seemed to have changed a lot. How could he ignore her feelings?

Was his son planning to go against her for that woman? Angelina's head almost split in half, thinking of all of these.

TESS WHITE BEBSI