My Babies, My Love

Chapter 151

Isaac kissed her on the cheek and said, “Thank you, darling!”

For some inexplicable reason, he felt strangely connected to this little girl from the moment he first

saw her.

Isaac, who was not fond of children at all, found himself feeling rather fond of the three children.

Was it because of who their mother was?

Isaac set Sylvie down on the couch before greeting Phillip.

“How are you feeling today, Grandpa?”

Phillip looked quite energetic today and his condition had improved immensely, so Isaac hoped

that his grandfather would be able to start talking again soon.

Meanwhile, Phillip glared at Isaac and thought to himself, You fool! Your kids and the woman you

should marry are all right in front of your eyes! Hurry up and marry her so that they officially

become a part of the family.

Isaac cocked his eyebrows. “Grandpa, this is Patricia Aniston, my secretary, and these are her

three children. If you like having them around, I’ll ask her to bring them over to keep you company.” Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Isaac leaned down and whispered to Phillip, “If you want me to give you a great-grandkid, I’m

afraid it won’t be happening anytime soon. You’ll probably have to wait a couple of years, so for

now, you’ll have to be satisfied with someone else’s kids.”

Then, he straightened up and smirked.

Isaac refused to have a child with Adeline. At most, he was willing to fulfill Phillip’s wishes by

marrying her.

It would not be his fault for not having any children yet.

Phillip eyed Patricia before glancing up at his handsome grandson.

He yearned to communicate somehow, whether by talking or by writing, but he was in no condition

to do so and this infuriated him.

Dinner was rather festive, and even Phillip ate half his plate, which pleased Elizabeth immensely.

The three children followed her as she took Phillip out for a walk. Patricia was on a call, so she did

not realize that it was only her and Isaac left at the dining table.

It was a call from Darcie and from the way her friend sounded, Patricia sensed that something was

off.

“Darcie, it’s fine if the price for the house hasn’t been settled yet. We can just wait a little longer.

There’s no rush.”

“Thank you, Tricia! Poppy isn’t doing too well lately. I’m afraid that she won’t be able to hang on

long enough to receive a bone marrow transplant. I plan on approaching Mr. Henderson and

pleading with him again.”

Patricia’s heart was troubled by the way Darcie continued to sob through the phone.

“I’ll help you think of something.”

Patricia’s eyes were misty by the time the call ended. She felt a terrible pang in her heart

whenever she thought of Poppy.

Darcie had to be having an incredibly hard time carrying this burden all by herself.

Isaac’s eyes were fixed on Patricia and when she sensed his gaze, she quickly set her thoughts

aside.

“Oh? Where are the others?”

She had not paid any attention to the rest at all.

Isaac quirked his lips and said, “They went out for a walk. Have you eaten your fill, Miss Aniston?”

Patricia nodded. “Yes, I’m full now.”

“Come upstairs with me. There’s something I need you to do.”

He got up and strode off.

Patricia swiftly tagged along behind him. He was her boss, so she had to do as he said.

They went up to the third floor and walked into his bedroom. As soon as she entered the room,

Isaac closed the door and locked it.

Patricia heard the locking sound and turned to look at him.

“President Arnold?”

She threw a wary look at the door.

Isaac tugged his tie off and began to uncuff his sleeves.

Patricia stepped back, startled. “I-Isaac Arnold, what are you doing?”

Why is he stripping in front of me after asking me to follow him upstairs? What is he up to? Patricia

grew more and more terrified by the second.

Isaac had a sly grin on his face. “What do you think I’m doing?”