You Are My One and Only

Chapter 42

Patricia nearly jolted in response. The two of them had merely slept in one bed. Sleep in its literal sense, not that kind of sleep!

“I just fell asleep in his bed last night, Old Mrs. Arnold. Nothing happened. No one has to take responsibility for anything.” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

As if she would want to hold Isaac responsible for anything when she was already fearful of seeing him!

With that, she withdrew her hand at once. “I’d better get going, Old Mrs. Arnold. I still have my three kids waiting for me at home. They’re all so worried about me now.”

Patricia’s mind went black when she blurted that out, so she had no clue of what she just said at all. But whatever it was, it would do as long as it allowed her to leave that instant.

She had to slip away before Isaac came down, or an even bigger medical bill might be waiting for her.

More than that, she used his arm as a pillow the whole night last night. It’d be half-maimed at this point, wouldn’t it?! And then, there was the nose bleed. Who’d have thought her accidental whack in his face the second she stirred would give him a nose bleed?!

Ah!!! Isaac would surely screw her over for good. She’d be an idiot not to run.

As Patricia scurried away, Elizabeth reeled at what the young woman just let on. “She’s already had children? What a loss.”

Isaac happened to come down just then. He was dressed rather casually in a dark gray sweater and tonal pants. His normally slicked back hair hung loosely in front of his forehead as well, masking his stern temperament, making him look much younger and more amiable.

“Isaac, is Tricia married?” Elizabeth asked upon seeing her grandson.

If she had known Patricia was married, she wouldn’t have helped Isaac to trick that young woman into sleeping with him. This was immoral.

Actually, Isaac saw Patricia scurrying away. At that, he pursed his lips lightly, went up to his grandmother, and wrapped an arm around her. “She has three kids but no husband.”

Elizabeth felt even more bewildered after hearing so. “Dead?”

“Probably.” He assumed that Patricia was a widow while a sliver of frost laced his eyes.

Elizabeth nodded in response and asked, “Do you really like her?”

She knew what sort of a young woman Patricia was—kind and just. It was rare to find girls like this nowadays.

“I don’t know either,” answered Isaac as a hint of darkness flashed across his eyes.

He was still figuring out his feelings, but what he knew was that he had a desire to be close to this woman and a sense of familiarity with her.

With that, Isaac brought his grandmother to the dining table with one arm around her. After the two seated, the maid served their breakfast.

Judging from how her dear grandson looked, Elizabeth had a feeling he had probably fallen in love with Patricia.

While eating her oatmeal, she mentioned, “Isaac, do you remember the investment company I told you to acquire some time ago? That company had actually tricked my friends and me into putting our money in them. I was so tempted back then. I thought it didn’t matter to invest a little since I’d be helping the children in need.”

Isaac had wanted to know how Patricia and his grandmother knew each other, so he listened while he ate.

“Guess what happened next.”

“I’ve dug into that company. They only have a registered fund of a million, and their businesses are all shady. They’ve tricked you, haven’t they?” Isaac answered with a smile.

“Yes,” said Elizabeth with a smile. “They’re a company aimed to scam people for their money. Tricia works there, and when she saw we were a bunch of grandmas, she whispered to me, telling me not to invest because they’re a bunch of frauds. She told us to leave quickly.”

He wasn’t surprised as he knew Tricia was like that. “You want me to acquire that company because you worry she’d be bullied?” He smiled faintly.

“Yeah,” Elizabeth admitted. “She’s just a sweet girl who saved us from being scammed. How sad it’d be if she was bullied in her workplace because of this?”

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