My Babies, My Love

Chapter 149

Elizabeth frowned. It’s 6.30PM on a Sunday. Why is he still working?

“Isaac, does this mean you won’t be coming back for dinner?”

“Yes, Gran. Work is piling up lately, so I won’t be going back for dinner for now.”

“Oh, I see. I’ll let Tricia know that you won’t be coming back for dinner then. It’ll just be us tonight.”

Elizabeth moved to end the call, but Isaac called out to her at once.

“Who did you say it was, Gran?”

Elizabeth smirked. I knew I could get a reaction out of you if I mentioned Tricia!

Isaac was indifferent to his old grandma, but not to a pretty young woman.

“I invited Tricia and her three darling children over to dinner. We’ll go ahead and start dinner now

since you won’t be joining us.”

“I’m done with work. I’ll be right there.”

The call dropped immediately, and Elizabeth chortled in amusement.

Her eyes flitted back to the living room. Scott and Stellan were eerily similar to Isaac. It would be

great if they were truly his sons. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Isaac’s wishes would come true if the three children were his.

Elizabeth could only sigh at that.

…

Meanwhile, Patricia dragged Sylvie back into the living room. “Sylvie, stop running about. Take a

seat and have some fruit.”

The main house at the Arnold Manor was huge, and Patricia worried that Sylvie might get lost if

she wandered off too far.

Sylvie was a crybaby sometimes, and her crying spells could go on for over an hour. It would not

do if that happened while they were guests here at someone else’s home.

Hence, Patricia made sure to keep an eye on Sylvie.

“Scott, Stellan, you boys help me keep an eye on your sister. Don’t let her run off on her own.”

“Yes, Mommy!” the two boys replied.

Now that Patricia made sure Sylvie was not about to scamper off somewhere, Patricia could take a

seat and have a sip of water.

Just then, she heard a loud sound coming from Phillip’s room. A few servants rushed out soon

after.

Patricia jumped to her feet and went over to the room, with the three children following behind her.

What greeted them was the sight of Phillip sweeping off the items on the headboard. When

everything came crashing down on the floor, Sylvie was so startled that she took a few steps back.

Patricia hurried over. “What’s the matter, Old Mr. Arnold? Are you feeling unwell?”

Phillip stilled when he saw the woman in front of him. He stared at her in silence and glanced at

the three children behind her before breaking out into a smile.

Sylvie came over and stretched her hand out again.

“Handsome Grandpa, would you like some candy? You’ll feel happier when you eat something

sweet. It’s not good to throw a tantrum.”

The girl then unwrapped the candy and fed it to him. Phillip’s smile widened as he chewed on it.

It felt like he was trying to convey how sweet it was, but Sylvie beat him to it.

“It’s very sweet, right? When you eat something sweet, you feel happy too! Let’s not throw any

more tantrums, okay?”

Scott and Stellan gathered the boxes of medicine that were strewn on the floor and placed them

carefully on the table before coming over to tidy up Phillip’s disheveled hair for him.

Stellan adjusted Phillip’s collar and said, “If you want to look good, your collar needs to be

straight.”

The three children behaved like miniature-sized adults, giving Phillip all sorts of advice as they

tended to him.

Phillip chewed on his candy and listened to all that they had to say without making a fuss.

The servants and nurses were stunned at first, but soon, they began to murmur among

themselves.

“Old Mr. Arnold isn’t angry anymore. Look, he’s even smiling!”

“I see it! This is the first time we’ve ever seen him smile even though we’ve been tending to him for

so long now!”

Elizabeth came rushing in, and she saw the three children all gathered around Phillip while Patricia

gave him a massage. When she saw the look on his face, she heaved a sigh of relief.

“Didn’t you say that he lost his temper? You gave me such a fright, but everything looks normal.”

The servants were perplexed as well. “Old Mr. Arnold seemed really upset earlier. He kept

smashing things on the floor, but it looks like he’s fine now.”

Elizabeth chuckled. “We’ve found his kryptonite at last.”