Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1593

Daniel's request to Persephone was quite simple.

"It's a small thing," he said with a smile. "I want to pick you up from school every day from now on."

"Hmm?" Persephone, being mischievous, furrowed her brows.

"Does that mean my dad and mom, Grandpa Zephyr, Grandma Cordelia, Grandpa Nicholas, and Grandma Linda can't come anymore?" she asked.

"Try to keep them from coming," Daniel said earnestly, making up excuses. "Think about it. Your parents are always busy with work, and sometimes they might forget to pick you up. Your grandparents, Zephyr and Cordelia, are busy running a cafe, and your other grandparents..."

Daniel hesitated, scratching his head. "Well, they're all busy too."

"So, you're the only one who's free?"

Daniel blinked and nodded.

"Alright," Persephone agreed. "But I have one condition."

"Oh? What is it?"

"You have to bring me delicious treats every day!" she stated.

With a smile, Daniel extended his pinky finger to seal the deal.

This time, he bought Persephone a new ice cream cone with double vanilla, making it exceptionally sweet.

"This is our agreement, Sephy. You know what to say to your parents and the others, right?"

Daniel immediately regretted his words. How could he expect such a young child to keep this secret?

Surprisingly, Persephone patted her chest confidently. "Granduncle, you can relax! I won't tell them. The kindergarten has a school bus for pickup and drop-off. I'll tell them I like taking the school bus home from now on!"

Daniel was overjoyed and couldn't help but laugh. He lifted Persephone and twirled her around, being careful not to ruin her new ice cream cone again.

"You're quite clever. How did you get so sharp?" he remarked.

Persephone glanced at him with a sly smile as if he had just discovered how smart Hamerton kids were.

With his goal achieved, Daniel was in a fantastic mood. As he walked down the street with Persephone, he felt like the sun was shining even brighter.

Looking at Persephone, he thought of his own child, the one he had insisted Maisie abort, and his mood took a downturn.

"Granduncle, why are you unhappy again?" Persephone asked, observing him closely. "You've been looking unhappy. Don't you like Centrolis?"