Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love

"Okay, Grandpa," Dorothy replied snappily.

In the living room, Bobby sat on the sofa as he played with his toys.

Dorothy walked by and said, "Bobby, would you like to play with me?"

Bobby simply looked at Dorothy. He lowered his head and did not say a word.

The boy didn't want to talk to Dorothy at all.

Unwilling to give up, Dorothy peeled and sliced an apple for Bobby. She offered them to the boy and said, "Bobby, do you want some? Or would you want some kiwi? I can buy you some later. Would you like that?"

"Shut up!" Bobby exclaimed with irritation. He could not help but frown.

Even in his young age, Bobby could recognize that both his great grandpa and his grandma wanted Dorothy to be his mother.

But he couldn't seem to like Dorothy.

Nancy was the only mother the boy ever wanted.

But Dorothy didn't know how the boy felt. She insisted, "You should eat more fruit so that your skin will be as smooth as kiwifruit!" Bobby was confused by Dorothy's advice.

"You are the kiwifruit!" Kiwis are green, and Bobby didn't want to be green.

Bobby was offended. He felt that it was rude of Dorothy to want him to be green.

Dorothy didn't expect that Bobby would react so furiously. She quickly added, "I mean, you will be as lovely and watery as kiwifruit!"

"Humph! You are an evil woman! Do you know that?" The boy yelled at Dorothy.

Dorothy couldn't help but panic, especially because Bobby raised his voice. Frederic wanted her to get close to Bobby-to please him, not to provoke him.

'How can I be this boy's mother if I can't even get close to him?' Dorothy thought to herself.

Dorothy tried to appease Bobby with the apple slices that she held in her hand. She hurriedly apologized and said, "I'm sorry, Bobby. I shouldn't have said that. Look, I sliced some apples for you. Please try it. It's delicious!"

Dorothy grew more frantic. She was so distracted that she forgot that she was holding a sharp fruit knife.

As Bobby tried to push away the apples Dorothy offered him, the tip of the blade nicked the boy's hand. Bobby was bleeding severely!

"Ouch, that hurts!" Bobby burst into tears because of the pain. He shouted, "Great grandpa! Grandma!"

Hearing the kid's screams, Frederic and Angelina rushed towards Bobby.

In fact, everyone ran towards Bobby.

Every person in the room panicked at the sight of Bobby's bloody hand.

"Call the doctor right now," Frederic commanded.

"Doctor Wang is on leave. He's not here," a servant reported. Her trip from the living room to the doctor's clinic, and then back to the living room, was amazingly quick.

"Send the boy to a hospital then," someone suggested.

"I want to go to the hospital. I want to see mommy!" Bobby exclaimed out of excitement.

"No way. We have tried so hard to get rid of that woman. There are plenty of doctors in the area. Why would we send the boy to her?" Angelina was the first to shoot down the idea. "Yes. There are so many better hospitals. We don't have to go to where Nancy is," Frederic said.

"I'm not going anywhere if I can't see mommy!" Bobby climbed into the sofa. He was so stubborn that no one could make him leave.

"Bobby, come on!" Seeing how bad Bobby's hand was, Angelina grew immensely concerned for the boy's safety. The lady gently said, "Come on little boy. Let's get you to the hospital."

"I don't want to go to the hospital anymore. Bring mommy here!" Bobby said as he held his little hand.

"Well, how can so many people fail to subdue a little child? I'll take care of him. Get the medicine box, Dorothy." Joseph applied some hemostatic on Bobby's wound. He somehow bound the boy's hand, just as a doctor would.

The medicine worked, although only temporarily.

The next morning, Bobby's little hand was so swollen, that it resembled a small bun.

"Ouch, grandma! It hurts!

Great grandpa, my hand hurts!" he cried.

"What should we do now?" Obviously distraught, Angelina walked in circles in the boy's room.

"If there is no other way, let's go get Nancy!" Frederic finally compromised. He did not want to delay Bobby's treatment any longer.

The boy had already caught a fever. Half asleep, Bobby nodded his head and said, "Okay, let's go to mommy and I'll be fine."

During that time, Nancy had just arrived at the hospital.

She was about to turn off her phone when she suddenly saw a strange incoming phone call.

She decidedly answered, "Hello?"

"Miss Ning, this is Charles' grandfather," Fredrick said at the other end of the line.

She grew utterly confused. She had already broken up with Charles. 'What would this man want to do with me?' Nancy thought.

Rather indifferently, Nancy said, "Hello."

Frederick never yielded easily in his life. More so to Nancy, especially given the heartless words he had told her last time they met in the sanatorium.

But the man decided to swallow his pride-all for the sake of Bobby. "Miss Ning, I'm so sorry to bother you," Frederick said.

"It's okay, for as long as you have something important to say." Although Nancy was truly unwilling to listen to what Frederick had to say, she opted to show some respect to the old man. "Bobby's hand was seriously injured. He specifically requested for you to check it." After a short pause, Frederic asked, "Can you come over?"

His voice was clear and indifferent, but there was a hint of pleading in it.

Nancy was momentarily astonished by the information she had just received.

Nancy's heart jolted as she said, "Okay, I'm coming."

She immediately grabbed her medicine box. She told Jessie where she was heading, and then drove straight to the Fu family's house.

Frederic waited for her at the door.

The man felt a little uncomfortable to meet Nancy. However, he shook his unease and said, "Miss Ning, thank you for coming."

"Mr. Frederic, where is Bobby?" Nancy asked anxiously.

"He's inside. He's too stubborn!" Frederic sighed.

"Of course! He is a kid after all." Nancy hurriedly went inside the house.

"Wow, you came so fast." Joseph raised his eyebrows and smiled maniacally.

That reaction was usual for Joseph, a man even less reliable than Jay. So Nancy simply ignored him and went straight to Bobby's room. "Mommy, mommy..." Bobby shouted.

"Bobby..." Nancy eyes swelled with tears when she saw how badly Bobby was hurt.

"Mommy, I'm cold," Bobby said while half asleep.

Nancy took out a thermometer and put it in his armpit. She caressed the boy's head and said, "You'll be fine, baby. Don't worry."

She kissed Bobby on the forehead.

"Wow, I didn't expect Dr. Nancy to be so gentle!" Joseph teased as he walked in.

'Who tended this wound?" Nancy asked fiercely. She was shocked to see the state of the boy's wound-the blood clotted.

Joseph walked towards her and said, "That would be me. How are my medical skills, Dr. Nancy?"

"You must be joking! Why didn't you disinfected the wound?" Nancy took out an antiseptic liquid and said, "Bobby, this would hurt, okay? Be brave for me."

"Okay, mommy." His voice was so soft. Anyone would feel sorry to hear him speak.

"Oh, it's just a wound. It's not that serious. Why make a fuss over it?" Joseph had no idea that he had done something wrong.

His indifference irritated Nancy. She said, "Mr. Joseph, are you stupid? Don't you know that a wound infection can cause sepsis?"

"Don't panic. Sepsis is highly unlikely. It's not that common, Nancy!"

"Well, now I have seen how ignorant you are. I have nothing to say to you." Nancy stopped speaking to Joseph. She cleaned Bobby's wound, bandaged it, and gave him an anti-inflammatory injection.