Chapter 271 That Boy from The McCarthy Family
The olddy looked at them grimly.
“I''m not a prisoner! Is it necessary to guard me like this? I just wanted to take a picture.”
“If you want to see Tim Crusoe, I can contact him and have hime to the hotel,” said the middle-
aged man, frowning, “Why did you have toe here to see him? And you even took pictures of him?
If people know that Mrs. Stevenson has done things like this, your reputation will be ruined.”
The olddy got a little angry.
“What did I do? I didn''t break thew. Why would my reputation be destroyed? And a fan will never just
call her idol toe and meet,” she snorted, “Forget it! I don''t want to talk to you anymore. You
wouldn''t understand. You''re as rigid as your old man!”
“Dad will be very mad if he finds out you were out seeing Tim Crusoe.”
The olddy''s expression changed slightly.
“So what? Are you going to snitch on me? Are you my son or not?”
She hit him angrily.
The middle-aged manughed and said in a soft tone, “Yes, it''s all my fault. I shouldn''t have brought
you here in the first ce. But after so many years, this is our first time toe back home. None of us
are familiar with the environment here. We were afraid something would happen to you. If I were not so
concerned about your safety, I would not be so worried.”
“Hmm!”
The olddy ignored him. She turned around and walked down the VIP aisle, escorted by a group of
bodyguards.
Natalia didn''t know what was going on behind her.
When she got home, she took a shower and called Victoria. When she heard everything was all right,
she hung up the phone happily.
At this point, in an antique hotel.
Mrs. Stevenson entered the room and found the sullen old man sitting on the couch in the living room.
She walked in with a smile and asked, “What are you doing here? It’s gettingte. Have you had your
dinner?”
He ignored her and sat gloomily.
The olddy wondered if he knew.
She took out her phone and send a message to her son.
Two minutester, she got a text. It turned out that the old man already knew. He was so angry that he
didn''t eat dinner and lost his temper!
The olddy put away her phone and said nothing.
Silently, she went to the kitchen and asked a servant to prepare a meal. Then she brought it to him
herself.
“How can you skip dinner? Come and eat!”
The old man on the couch grunted. He turned away and refused to eat.
The olddy looked at him, trying not to get angry. She continued to coax him, “Sweetie, if you don''t
eat, you''ll have a stomachache at night. Stop messing with me and eat.”
“Well, I’m not as reckless as you! You went out to see a man in the middle of the night, and you even
tricked Robert to take you there! Am I nothing to you now?”
Her expression changed slightly.
She tried very hard not to lose her temper.
“Ok, ok, I was wrong. I shouldn''t have gone to see him. Now, will you eat first?”
“No!”
“Just take a bite.”
“No!”
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The olddy put the medicine on the table and went upstairs.
The old man was stunned and asked promptly, “Where are you going?”
The olddy said sullenly, “I’m going to my bed! I''ve been out all day and I’m exhausted.”
“But I haven''t eaten yet!”
“Then just eat!”
The expression of the old man shifted for a couple of times.
And finally, he acted like he was quite aggrieved and said, “You promised me not to see that man
again!”
“...”
The sad look softened her tone and she said gently, “Ok, ok. I said I’m sorry. I was bored at home so I
wanted to go out for a walk. I was there by coincidence. I did not mean to go there.”
“If you’re bored, you can go out with me any time. But why did you go without me? Huh, you went there
on purpose!”
“I...”
Her husband’s words gave her headache. Suddenly, she came up with an idea.
She said mysteriously, “Actually, I didn’t go there to see Timmy...”
“You called him Timmy!!!”
Now he was really mad at her.
“...I didn’t go there to see Tim. I went there to find our grandson a wife, our granddaughter-inw!”
When she mentioned granddaughter-inw, the old man''s attention was immediately diverted.
“A granddaughter-inw?”
“Yes!” the olddy quickly took out the phone and show him a picture “look, isn’t she gorgeous! She
looks even better than her pictures. The children of her and our Charlie will be even prettier.”
The old man looked at the picture for a moment and said, “She''s not as pretty as you were when you
were young.”
“Nonsense!”, said the olddy shyly, “I wasn''t that pretty.”
“To me, you are the most beautiful girl in the world.”
Right now, Robert has juste in and was a little embarrassed to hear this.
He was worried that his dad would get mad at his mom, which was why he came by. Now it looked like
he was overthinking it.
When thedy saw him, she immediately shouted, “Robert,e over here!”
Robert had to do what she said.
“How’s this girl? Is she pretty?”
She raised her phone to show him the photo.
Robert took a look andmented, “Yes, she is pretty.”
“Right?” she was extremely happy to hear that, as if she was the one that wasplimented, and she
asked, “How about introducing her to Charlie?”
Robert raised his eyebrows.
He found it rather amusing.
After all, his parents were not young any more. Although the olddy had always been a fan of some
celebrities, she was not so aware of the news on the Inte like young people.
He looked at the them with a smile on his face and asked, “Do you really like her so much?”
“Yes!”
The olddy was excited and looked at the picture with satisfaction.
“I think she''s very pretty and nice. Charlie is not a talkative person and she is outgoing. They can make
a good bnce.”
Robertughed even harder.
“Ok. I happen to know her. Do you want me to introduce her to you?”
“Really?” asked the olddy happily.
“Of course. But just because I''m okay with it doesn''t mean everyone else is. If the boy from the
McCarthy familyes after you with a knife, don''t say I didn''t warn you.”
His parents froze.
“The boy from McCarthy family? Archie? It’s none of his business!”
“None of his business? That girl is his wife, and you want her to be your granddaughter-inw. Still
think it''s none of his business?”
They were both speechless.