Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife-Chapter 57 - 66 Do We Need to Take Responsibility (11)
Chapter 57 -66: Do We Need to Take Responsibility (11)
Chapter 57 -66: Do We Need to Take Responsibility (11)
Percy replied to his son, “Raymond, right now it doesn’t matter if it’s 600 or six million, you still don’t have the guts for a man.”
“Why?”
Percy picked up the pen, annotated all the problems related to the Smith Corporation one by one. After finishing that line, he turned back to his son and said, “Because you’re not a man yet, at best, you’re barely a boy.”
After Percy’s comment, Raymond’s little head drooped, and he even forgot about his plan to run away from home. He took off his school bag, held it in his arms, and sat next to Percy, speaking in a particularly regretful tone, “Father, actually, as long as Sister Isabel is willing to wait for me, I can grow up quickly and marry her. But I don’t know if Sister Isabel will wait for me.”
Percy snorted lightly, not wanting to bother arguing with his son about useless things and only focused on reading the documents in front of him.
Raymond didn’t mind Percy’s indifference and suddenly became very serious, “Actually, as long as Sister Isabel is willing to wait for me to grow up, I can be with her now.”
Finally, Percy couldn’t stand it anymore and put down his pen, saying, “Raymond, I think you’d better go to bed now.”
Raymond glanced at Percy, furrowed his eyebrows, and said, “Father, are you jealous?”
Percy: “…”
“Father, don’t be angry, in fact, I think Sister Isabel likes me more compared to you. Just when I told her I was sick, she hurriedly came over and took me to the hospital.”
Percy didn’t speak, but in his heart, a difficult-to-describe feeling emerged. He knew that his chatty son sitting next to him didn’t truly love Isabel Smith; it was probably because he lacked motherly love since childhood.
Still, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.
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It felt like what he had been waiting for a long time had finally arrived, but someone was trying to peep at it.
“Father, don’t doubt what I’m saying. Besides, I think you’re not suitable for Sister Isabel either…”
Percy immediately stood up from the sofa, grabbed Raymond without thinking, dragged him back to the bedroom, and threw him on the bed. He wrapped his son in his child’s quilt several times, his tone full of threats, “Raymond, I’m warning you, if you don’t go to sleep and keep making things up, I’ll not give you pocket money tomorrow.”
Raymond was genuinely threatened by Percy, obediently lying on the bed, and closed his eyes.
After a while, he opened his eyes again, looking at Percy and said, “Father, I want to sleep hugging my SpongeBob.”
SpongeBob was a stuffed toy, a birthday gift given to Raymond by Charlotte Thompson on his third birthday.
Percy looked at his son impatiently, thinking he was really troublesome.
However, despite feeling annoyed, Percy still turned around, went to the sofa, grabbed Raymond’s SpongeBob, and stuffed it into Raymond’s arms. He then made sure to cover Raymond with the quilt properly.
Raymond closed his eyes again, and just as Percy thought he was about to fall asleep, Raymond suddenly opened his eyes and said softly, “Father, can I ask you a question?”
If it were in the past, Percy would have turned around and ignored his son. However, considering Raymond was a patient today, Percy was unusually patient and hummed, agreeing to Raymond’s request.
Only then did Raymond hold the SpongeBob that was almost the same size as him, sit up from the bed, look at Percy, blink twice, and then lower his head shyly as if brewing something.
