Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love
Chapter 213 Work Or Family

Was what Nancy said based on pure suspicion or not?

"Forget it. Let's talk about something else!" Nancy had been in a mess lately. With all the troubles happening around her, she felt as if an invisible force was causing her misfortunes, and she couldn't do anything about it.

It might be Anna, but Nancy didn't have any evidence against her. So, pointing the fingers at her would be completely useless.

But at the same time, she knew that the woman had motivations to hurt her.

Perhaps she needed more time to think this through. For now, she needed to rest and clear her mind off these problems.

So, Charles drove her home, and all the while they were in the car, he thought of Nancy mentioned.

Did someone really do something in the hospital? If that was the case, he had to do something about it-not just because it was one of his business but because he needed to purify the sanctity of the place. The hospital was a place to save people, not ground to commit murder and sin.

So, even when they got home and saw the two kids sleeping on the sofa, he was bothered by those thoughts.

But looking at the kids now, he realized how they could be in danger too if what Nancy said was true. And in the heat of this realization, Charles proclaimed, "Nancy, let's get married!"

He was not looking at her, but instead intently gazing at the peacefully sleeping angels on their couch.

Nancy was too busy with her work, and the kids needed to be taken care of. If he continued working as the president of the TS Group, how could he take care of them? Although he was happy to do it, he couldn't just drop his responsibility in the company!

At the same time, he knew Nancy would not compromise.

As much as he wanted to take her and the children to the villa, hire a group of servants, and spoil them to live a lavish life, the woman wouldn't replace it a great idea. She wouldn't leave her job even if he begged her to.

That woman was just a workaholic!

Meanwhile, Nancy was taken aback by his words. Angelina was still looking for a bride for him, but he was going to marry her?

How could he ask her that question?

"Ahem! Take the children to the shower and put them to bed." Coughing, Nancy changed the topic and averted her gaze somewhere else.

But Charles noticed her maneuver and just merely sighed at her.

"Forget about the shower. The kids are tired. Let them go to bed early." After saying that, Charles carried Bobby into the bedroom while Nancy scooped Nadia. The little girl was awakened from the movement she felt.

"Mommy, you're back.11

"Yes, honey," Nancy replied, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. She was so busy recently that she had less time checking on the kids.

And looking at the little girl now, Nancy noticed that she seemed to have gained some weight recently.

She was weighed heavier than the last time she carried her.

Charles must be feeding the kids well while she was away. And frankly, he did quite a good job at it.

Although Nancy felt guilty that she had been neglecting the kids recently, she couldn't also disregard her work and just put it aside.

Moreover, if she resigned and stayed at home all day, she'd eventually go crazy from doing nothing. "Mommy, I miss you so much. Why are you so busy recently?"

Nadia pouted and coiled up closer to her mother. "I'm sorry, honey. I promise to take some time off so that we can spend time together."

Even though Nancy uttered that with a smile, deep down, she wasn't sure if taking a break from the hospital would really be a good idea. "Really? Promise?"

The little girl's eyes twinkled with hope as she stretched out her little finger for a pinky swear.

Nancy paused for a while, rethinking what she had just promised her daughter. After all, as a doctor, she was always on call if ever there was an emergency. "Yes, baby. Mommy will try her best to replace the time."

Helpless, she could do nothing but agree, feeling a little hurt that she might have given the child false hope. "Alright, mommy."

The kid sounded hopeful, thinking that it had always been her daddy doing the chores and spending time with them.

In fact, Nadia even thought Charles was going to be a servant around their house.

Aside from cooking, bathing, and clothing, he still had to drive them to school every day-on top of his responsibility as a company CEO.

Nadia knew that Nancy used to do all these things, but now it was her daddy who did all of them. And because of that, the young girl noticed the changes around the house.

However, Nancy couldn't explain that since she had been but in charge of a department, and a lot of things had been handed on her plate. But that was not either the case as working had never been burdensome to her. It was just she couldn't let anyone else do her job, especially now that she was filled with speculations of conspiracy in the hospital.

And because of all of these, Nancy had been so exhausted and frustrated recently.

So to comfort her daughter's grievance, she hooked her little finger and said, "Yes, baby! I promise!" "Okay, mommy!

You should keep your words, okay?" Nadia uttered, slightly narrowing her sleepy eyes "Okay, let's go to sleep. Tomorrow morning, we'll take a shower together, okay?"

Nancy suggested softly. She hoped that even with such little things, she could somehow spend some time with her daughter. "Okay."

Although the girl agreed, she stayed clinging into her mother's arm, not wanting to let her go anytime soon. "Nadia, your mommy is tired. Go to bed. She hasn't had dinner yet,"

Charles said softly as he walked over and saw Nadia leaning against Nancy's chest and with her arms around the latter's neck. Left with no choice, she had to loosen her grip and let go of her. "Yes, daddy," she responded with a pout.

Then, she gazed at Nancy and said, "Have a good rest, mommy." "Good night, honey."

As Nancy tucked her to bed, a warm feeling coated her heart. If she were to choose again, she'd decide to still be a mother in her next lifetime. "Mommy, go to bed. I can take off my clothes myself," the little girl urged.

She felt sorry upon seeing the exhaustion painted on her mother's face and thought that Nancy probably had a long day at work. "Good night."

As she spoke, Nancy kissed Nadia on the cheek again and walked out of the bedroom reluctantly.

Meanwhile, Charles had already heated up the dinner for Nancy. "Have some,"

he offered, sliding the plates before taking a seat opposite her at the table. "Thank you." Although she wasn't hungry, she didn't want to turn him down, especially since he spent the entire day looking after the kids.

So, she had to eat some.

"Are you tired?" he asked, intently staring at her with cautious eyes.

However, Nancy didn't say anything and just continued eating.

If she said she was tired, he'd probably not let her go to work tomorrow, and she couldn't let that happen.

Being a doctor was her only identifier, an identity that no one else could take away from her. More than that, she was not in it for the money. She loved her job, and taking care of her patient was her passion. Charles should know that better than anyone else.

"I will ask someone to investigate Boyd tomorrow. Don't worry about it anymore," he softly said, breaking the silence.

Nancy nodded slowly and replied, "Alright."

"You know you don't have to bear all the problems alone. You can always rely on me. I want you to know that."

"I know, but I don't want others to say that I relied on you to get to where I am now. I need to be recognized by my own hard work. That's my principle!"

Well, what else could Charles say? He had always known her to be so stubborn, especially when it came to her work.

But given the problems and troubles she encountered lately, Charles just wanted to lend her a hand to protect her if something terrible happened.

Yet even if he were to tell her that, he knew Nancy would just take down his offer.

"Well, eat more. Don't let yourself starve. I'm going to take a shower now," Charles warned, before standing up from his seat.

Keeping her silence again, Nancy merely nodded and just watched him walk upstairs.

On the second day, when she woke up, the sense of frustration was swept away.

The next morning, Charles called Hobart after sending the children to the kindergarten.

The latter, who would always get nervous everytime he received a call from Charles, stammered, "Mr. Fu, what can I do for you?"

"I need you to thoroughly investigate what happened to Boyd the other night," Charles ordered coldly from the other line.

"Alright, Mr. Fu. I will replace it out as soon as possible!"

Hobart said in a hurry, not daring to reject his command.

After Charles ended the call, Hobart raised his hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He had to check it himself. Even if the whole hospital's surveillance video was broken that day, he could still check the one on the street outside the hospital.

'Would I replace anything at all?' Hobart wondered and immediately began to get to work.

As he hurried to the hospital, he was hopeful to at least replace something. However, when he checked the surveillance footage, his shoulders sank in disappointment.

Just as he was losing hope, a strange figure suddenly appeared on the screen.

Author's note

TESS WHITE CTTCffl

Translator: Alice