Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 149: Chapter 145: Would you dare to chop off your hand if I told you to?

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After all, the old man had experienced many ups and downs, quickly concealing his emotions and reaching out to hug Timmy with a smile.

“No need, no need, my great-grandson is Grandpa Clarkson’s elixir.”

The old man happily pulled Timmy into his arms, but thought to himself, it seems like it’s time to spend some time looking into Richelle Dunn’s background.

Timmy leaned against the old man for a while before remembering the snacks he had brought over.

“Grandpa Clarkson, I asked the chef to make some snacks, do you want to try some?”

Daddy said Grandpa Clarkson wasn’t feeling well, and his appetite must be poor.

He specifically asked the chef to make hawthorn cakes according to his mommy’s recipe, which are appetizing, good for digestion, and thirst-quenching.

The old man, amused by his great-grandson, nodded hastily.

“Oh, of course, I have to try my great-grandson’s thoughtful treat.”

Timmy then got up, “Grandpa Clarkson, wait a moment!”

He ran to grab some wet wipes, grabbed one, and carefully wiped the old man’s wrinkled hand with his chubby little hand.

Before, he was a spoiled young master surrounded by a big family.

Now, he is the big brother responsible for protecting and taking care of his younger siblings, often helping them wipe their hands and faces at home.

Upon hearing that Grandpa Clarkson was unwell, he thoughtlessly grabbed some wet wipes and took care of the old man, just as he would for his younger siblings.

The old man’s heart, originally soaked in sadness, was warmed by the tender care of his great-grandson.

He thought to himself, look at your precious grandson, so well-behaved and caring, you should just rest peacefully with your wife over there!

The unresolved grief of his eldest son’s tragic death had been lingering in the old man’s heart for years.

But now, his withered hand was held by the little one’s soft and tender hand, the warmth spreading from his palm into his heart.

Suddenly, sunlight seemed to flood in, illuminating the dark corner of his heart that had been shrouded for over twenty years.

“Thank you, my little bee!”

In that moment of relief, the old man bent down to hug the little one.

Timmy, assuming he was referring to the hand-wiping, shook his head.

“Grandpa Clarkson, you’re being too polite, when I was little, you wiped my hands too.”

The old man’s eyes grew warm at the sound of the child’s tender and sincere words, he accepted the treats Timmy handed him and began to eat them, bite by bite.

About half an hour later, a newly awakened Roy Lewis received a message from his son.

“Reporting to Daddy, Grandpa Clarkson has eaten three hawthorn cakes and drank a cup of hot milk.”

Roy Lewis replied with a smile, “Timmy is awesome!”

Over here, the old man had just put down the empty milk cup when he saw his great-grandson smiling at his phone.

“What’s making you so happy, little dear?”

The old man was old, but he knew that young people nowadays liked to play with their phones all day, playing games and chatting.

Timmy lifted his little face, his eyes bright and shining.

“I told Daddy not to worry about you!”

The old man’s heart stirred, “Is your Daddy very worried?”

Timmy nodded, “Yes, you’re Daddy’s grandpa, our closest family member, of course we’re worried when you’re not feeling well!”

The warmth and affection the old man had felt in just a few hours surpassed what he had experienced in many years combined.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he was about to say something to the little one when he saw the butler approach him and whisper a report.

“Sir, Jayden Dunn would like to see you.”

Recalling his grandson and great-grandson’s intense reaction during the birthday celebration, the old man responded without hesitation, “No! Let him leave!”

The butler’s face clouded over, “Sir, Jayden asks me to tell you that the young master’s mother has gone mad!”

Even the old man, with all his experience in the world, was taken aback by this news.

“What? She’s gone mad?”

“Yes, it seems like she saw something unclean…”

While the old man hesitated, Timmy, who had been listening attentively to the two’s conversation, interrupted the old butler crisply.

“Grandpa Clarkson, let him in.”

He wanted to hear how that annoying, ugly woman had gone mad.

Old Clarkson looked at the little lad in surprise, “Timmy, didn’t you say you would never see them again?”

Once a ruthless old man, his approach to things had become much gentler as he aged.

So, he didn’t really agree with his grandson’s treatment of the Dunns.

Young Master’s face slightly cold, “Let’s meet…”

Old Clarkson waved his hand, signaling the butler to invite the person in.

Jayden Dunn was brought in, and his disheveled, stubbled appearance startled the old man.

“Jayden, what happened to you?”

As soon as Jayden entered, he bowed deeply to the old man, “Mr. Lewis, please help my daughter Kiara.”

Before the old man could respond, Timmy snorted disdainfully on the side.

“That ugly woman, she deserved to die!”

Although the young Master’s face was now cold as frost, he was still a cute and soft boy in front of the old man.

It was then that Jayden noticed his “grandson” was also there, “Timmy…”

Old Clarkson, somewhat frightened by his great-grandson, tried to stop him simultaneously, “Timmy, he is your grandfather.”

Timmy snorted coldly, turned to look at the old man, and spoke very seriously. “Grandpa Clarkson, this is between me and his family, you don’t interfere!” Old man Clarkson shook his head slightly, and in a trance, seemed to see the determined look of his seven or eight-year-old grandson Roy Lewis, who had handled those kidnappers a few years ago and caused him to lose his father, with calm ruthlessness.

“Alright, Grandpa Clarkson won’t interfere!”

Though this great-grandson was only a little over four years old, he had the demeanor and sharpness to match his father’s at the age of seven or eight. Seeing the usually amicable old man close the door, Jayden realized he was in trouble.

Recalling what Roy Lewis had said yesterday, he braced himself and with a pitiful expression, said to the young Master.

“Timmy, your Smother is sick… You see, can you help your grandfather talk to your father and seek justice for your Smother?”

Young Master Timmy did not yet know the ins and outs of the matter, so he held back his disgust and looked at him coldly.

“That ugly woman, she has done so many bad things, she deserves to be sick. Who are you to seek justice from?”

Jayden was cut to the quick by the words of the little child, his heart filled with hatred. But despite his frustration, his face wore a pitiful, ingratiating expression.

“Timmy, your grandfather knows that your Smother was in the wrong last time. She regrets it so much, saying that she had been blinded by the devil at that time…”

“Ha!”, the young Master scoffed as if hearing a great joke, “She regrets it?

Regrets not killing me sooner? And she says she was blinded by the devil, but she is the devil herself!”

Jayden’s hatred made his hands clench tightly at his sides, but his face still showed a pitiful, submissive demeanor as if being scolded.

“Timmy, if insulting your ttmother like this can make you feel better, then just insult her. If you’re still unhappy after cursing her, you just say so, and I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

For his daughter’s justice and for the Dunns to survive this crisis, Jayden was ready to risk it all.

Timmy sneered, “Is there anything you’re willing to do?”

Jayden nodded!

“If I tell you to eat dog #shit, are you going to eat it?”

Old Clarkson almost couldn’t resist laughing out loud on the side.

Young kids do have a unique way of thinking – actually asking someone to eat dog shit?!

Jayden also had a dark expression, but he swallowed his disgust and nodded, “I’ll eat it!”

The young Master sneered again, his eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent.

“If I tell you to chop off your hand, do you dare to do it?”