Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 6

A black Maybach drove past two rows of tall Chinese parasol trees and arrived at the Fudd’s mansion hidden among them.

Shrouded by the dark night, the Fudd’s mansion appeared more solemn and lofty than ever.

Heaton Fudd entered the house and saw John Fudd sitting on the sofa in the living room. He greeted politely, “Father.”

John Fudd’s hoary hand was clutching onto his crutch as he snorted coldly, “If you see me as your father, find yourself a wife quickly. Find Little Jelly Bean a mother! Don’t wait until I’m dead and you’re still not married!”

For the past three years, John’s biggest complaint about Heaton was none other than him failing to find girlfriend and getting married. Recently, the old man had been urging him to get married frequently.

Heaton dealt with the situation calmly. “I’m fine with the daughters from the Quinn, Zharko, Lewis, and Sullivan family. I don’t mind marrying anybody. However, you do know that Little Jelly Bean doesn’t like those ladies at all.”

Fueled by anger, the old man pounded the floor with his crutch. “Heaton Fudd, do you think I can’t see it? You’re using Little Jelly Bean as an excuse!”

Heaton put one hand in his pocket, He then nonchalantly said, “Father, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be upstairs to see Little Jelly Bean now.”

“Stand right there!”

The old man got up. Taking ahold of his crutch, he paced around the room. “If Little Jelly Bean doesn't like the ladies, look for her biological mother then! Do you think you can fool me? How could an unmarried man be a father to a three-year-old? People will know of Little Jelly Bean’s existence once she grows up. Do you want people to think that my granddaughter, also your daughter, is an illegitimate child?!”

Heaton stared at the stairs beneath him and his sharp eyes darkened.

“I will find you a suitable daughter-in-law this month.”

John Fudd caressed the handle of his crutch. “You better not disappoint me.”

…

Heaton proceeded upstairs and went into the baby room, which was the room nearest to his bedroom. A baby with fair skin and delicate features was sitting on the bed under the warm orange light. Her little hand was holding onto a drawing book. The coldness in his eyes faded away as they were replaced with a warm and doting expression. “ Jelly Bean, aren’t you asleep yet?”

Little Jelly Bean tossed her drawing book aside as soon as she heard her father’s voice. She flipped open her yellow blanket with Snoopy patterns and climbed out of the bed barefooted. Heaton strode over as he was worried that the little munchkin would fall down. He embraced the little munchkin who jumped into his arms. He held the baby in the crook of his arms.

Little Jelly Bean grinned, showing her white teeth. Eyes wide, the baby said cutely, “Daddy, Jelly Bean is waiting for you. I haven’t seen daddy in five days, don’t you miss me daddy?”

Heaton kissed his daughter’s fair cheeks, and said in a hoarse yet gentle tone, “Of course daddy missed you, but daddy has to work to earn money for the sake of raising you. Otherwise, how can I buy snacks and milk for you?”

The little munchkin pouted her fair and tender lips. Her eyebrows lightly frowned, she said, “Jelly Bean doesn't need rice, snacks or milk. Can daddy spend more time with me? All the kids in kindergarten are accompanied by their mom and dad, but grandpa is the one who sends me to school every day. I’m not happy.”

Carrying his daughter, Heaton sat on the bed and caressed the little munchkin’s head. “How can you grow if you don’t eat and don’t drink milk? Be a good girl, daddy will bring you to the zoo this weekend, alright?”