Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love

"Breeding is..." For a while, Angelina hesitated, but then she continued and said, "You see those people who do Kung Fu. They always lock themselves in a room..." "Grandma, is dad practicing Kung Fu too?" As a boy, he was inquisitive about the said martial arts, when in fact, Charles had absolutely nothing to do with it.

"Yes, you're right. That's it! He's practicing!" To get away from the young boy's innocent interrogation, Angelina agreed with him at once. Her face showcased a forced smile, trying to pass it off as a symbol of concurrence to her grandson.

"Wow, daddy is great! I want to practice it too!" Bobby exclaimed excitedly, clapping his hands in celebration. The boy had exactly no idea that it was completely unrelated to what was really happening inside his father's room.

"All right. You can learn from your daddy after he's done." Angelina's voice emanated a sense of frustration, obviously dismissing the child at once.

"Yey!" Nodding his head, Bobby exclaimed with eyes full of excitement.

Undoubtedly, Angelina's unexpected use of such word for an excuse aroused the kid's interest in Kung Fu.

He was so delighted that he began kicking and jabbing his fists in the air as he lay on his bed.

But after some time, he got tired and bored of it. So he got out of bed and snuck to his father's room.

As he glided his way towards it, a strange sound resonated from the inside.

'Is daddy really practicing Kung Fu?' Bobby thought, pressing his ear against the red wooden door.

Although it was quite low, he could still slightly hear the noise.

'Weird. That doesn't sound like Kung Fu,' he speculated, furrowing his brows in utmost curiosity.

Raising his little hand, he knocked on the door gently.

Meanwhile, Dorothy, who was silently sitting like a meerkat on the couch, was stunned to hear the sudden knock.

'What is she doing? She shouldn't come here,' she silently said to herself, thinking that it was Angelina who was at the door. She cast a glance at Charles, who wrapped himself in a quilt and was still crying in pain, and assumed that he didn't hear it.

So, unwilling to be disturbed while carrying out her plan, Dorothy pretended not to hear it too.

On the other side of the door was Bobby, who frowned after not getting any response. Then, with a pout, he muttered, "Daddy, are you having a hard time practicing Kung Fu? Let me help you, okay?" 'What?' Dorothy thought, blushing and obviously befuddled at what the boy just said. It must be Angelina who had told such an excuse to Bobby.

'Kung Fu? Really? She's really one heck of a story-teller!' A wide grin etched on her lips as she thought of that.

The old woman thought that with Dorothy's help, her son would probably yield and listen. But, unexpectedly, the hard-headed Charles was even more stubborn than she thought.

"Daddy, daddy, what are you doing?" Bobby knocked on the door again. He was now even angrier for being ignored.

The scowl and grimace he sported exhibited how displeased he was.

At this time, Angelina had already gone to bed, thinking that she finally figured out a way to make Dorothy and Charles a couple.

In fact, she slept soundly while being confident that Nancy would never get engaged to her son.

It was what she had been hoping all along. After all, Dorothy was a much better catch for Charles. The two just needed to rekindle the fire that was lost between them.

At the same time, Charles felt like he was coated in flames. But if he had to burn in heat, it would be Nancy who would accompany him, not any other woman.

And right now, although he was slightly fuzzy, he still heard Bobby's voice.

"Bobby?" he asked in a daze.

"I didn't hear anything." Dorothy was quick enough to dismiss that idea off his head. Any distraction at this point would only render her plans moot. So, summoning her best facade, she tried to pretend as if Bobby wasn't really at the door.

However, the stubborn bull-Charles-rolled out of bed and stumbled to open it.

"Daddy, if you don't open the door, I'll go now," Bobby murmured in disappointment, even almost on the verge of crying.

"Bobby!" Finally, Charles was able to utter in a hoarse voice.

"Daddy! Are you practicing Kung Fu?" The young boy almost jumped upon hearing his father's voice.

"Bobby, grandma locked me here. Get the key and open the door for me quickly." Charles managed to command his son while still struggling with the effect of the drug.

"Got it, Dad!" Bobby turned around, but before he could totally run to get the key, he hurriedly returned and asked, "Daddy, are you done with your Kung Fu?"

"Open the door, and I'll tell you!" Although Charles responded, he was confused as to why his son would mention Kung Fu when it felt like he was going to be a cripple! "Okay," replied Bobby before running towards Angelina's room.

He then opened the door, turned on the light, and saw his grandmother sleeping soundly with a hint of a smile on her lips.

"Where did grandma put the key?" he whispered while tiptoeing his way around, looking for the key.

But when he couldn't find it, he softly asked Angelina, "Grandma, where is the key?" The boy even gently nudged her to somehow awaken her.

"Under the pillow." Deep in her sleep, Angelina subconsciously answered automatically.

"Okay.' Bobby reached out his hand and took out the key from under her pillow.

But although he tried to be as light as possible, Angelina suddenly woke up.

"What are you doing, Bobby?!" she asked angrily, tightly grasping his arm as if the boy was a convict who just got caught.

"Grandma, Daddy seems to have finished his Kung Fu. He wants to come out, so I have to take the key and open the door." The innocence on his voice almost left his grandmother utterly dumbfounded on the bed.

"No, you can't open the door until tomorrow." At this point, Angelina was more cautious than angry.

"No. Daddy asked me to take it. He sounds so weak, and he needs to go out, Grandma." Freeing himself from her tight grip, Bobby turned around and ran away.

Angelina hurried to put on her slippers and chased after him.

But because she was quite old and even just awakened from her sleep, Bobby was able to outrun her.

So when she arrived at Charles' room, Bobby had already opened the door.

The boy was shifting his gaze in between Charles and Dorothy.

Then, with knitted brows, he angrily questioned, "Daddy, if you are doing Kung Fu, why is Dorothy here?"

"Bobby, I'm here to help your daddy!" Dorothy was quick enough to scour for an excuse. And although she felt very resentful towards the young boy for disturbing them, she could not show it on her face. Deep inside, she utterly despised his existence. He would always appear at a crucial time and ruin her plans.

"My daddy has finished it. You can go now!" Bobby took a blanket and threw it to Dorothy. "I don't like to see other women in my father's room. You can go!"

"I grew up with your daddy. I'm not any other woman. And I love you, Bobby," uttered Dorothy awkwardly. Even she felt disgusted with what she just said.

"I don't like you! Especially those women who don't wear much clothes. I hate them more!" he expressed with such a cold voice and a frown on his cute tiny face.

"Bobby..." Desperate to gain his favor, Dorothy tried to explain.

However, Charles quickly interrupted her coldly, "Didn't you hear him? Bobby asked you to leave."

"Alright! Alright! Fine, I'll go!" Embarrassed, Dorothy stamped her foot and ran out of the room in the blanket. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life-even by such a young kid!

"How could you do that, Charles?" Meanwhile, Angelina, who was still slightly groggy, gasped for air. She was exasperated at his son's failure to live up to her expectations.

But Charles just ignored her complaint and instead said that in a hoarse voice, "You don't need to say anything. It's late. Mom, go to sleep."

Now with a grim expression, Angelina shouted at her grandson in a low voice, "Bobby, come with me!"

"No, I want to sleep with Daddy tonight!" the kid cried. He was curious about the exhaustion on his father's face.

Bobby had always thought of Charles as the greatest man in the world.

Although Charles was utterly weak at that moment, the young boy thought that the sweat all over his body as a result of practicing Kung Fu.

"No one listens to me in this house, huh?! All right, just do whatever you want!" Feeling wholly defeated, Angelina stormed out of the room in anger. Once the two were left alone, Charles leaned against the wall and gasped for air.

"Daddy, is it tiring to do Kung Fu?" asked Bobby as he walked towards Charles, taking his father's hand with a mixture of care and curiosity.

"Yes." Not in the mood to explain, Charles just merely nodded at his son.

"Can you teach me Kung Fu?" begged Bobby, eyeing him with his most virginal glance.

"What? I'll teach you when you grow up." Charles could only shake his head helplessly as a response. Luckily, this kid didn't really know what was about to happen in that room.