Presiden's wild wife novel Chapter 70

After the dinner, Cornel had a serious conversation with Logan and Elena. Though they sat around the same table, they looked so far away from each other.

Sitting for a while, Cornel sighed. “Logan, have you ever thought of the future?”

“Future? Yes. In the future, I will have a baby with Elena and we will have a happy life.” Logan was holding Elena’s hand and his voice was so warm.

“I’m talking about the family business. After I get old one day, have you ever considered taking up the family business? I know you are capable and making KL Group prosperous. But you can never forget our family business!” Cornel continued.

“What does your business have to do with me?” Logan asked impatiently.

“You are my only son! Who else could ever take this responsibility?”

Logan raised his head and looked into him with an ironical smile, “Don’t you remember you have Yolanda? And Jacqueline. Maybe they could help you.”

“That’s different. Yolanda is a girl. She has to marry someday.”

“But she is your best daughter you tried your best to care for. You’ve given all your love to her, and now, why not give the whole business to her? It has nothing to do with me!”

Cornel was so shocked by his words and determination, so he asked, “Logan, you still hate me, right?”

“Hate you?” He smiled, “You don’t deserve it.”

Cornel abandoned his mother without any hesitation and chose Jacqueline instead. It was a bullshit story that a mistress became the hostess of the Browns! And what’s worse, his mother’s death was caused by them! It was Cornel that allowed it to happen!

“Elena.” Cornel knew he couldn’t persuade Logan, so he turned to her, “I know you’re a good girl. You can weigh up the pros and cons, right?”

The implication made Logan unhappy. While Elena held his hand gently and smiled, “Dad, I’m just Logan’s wife. I know nothing about business.”

“You…”

Cornel looked at her in surprise, “So you also want him to give up everything in the Browns? You should know, we own great fortune. And you married Logan for…”

Logan was furious and interrupted Cornel coldly, “Dad, I don’t need you to remind me why we got married.”

“Logan, I don’t mean it.” Cornel tried to explain.

However, Logan didn’t need his explanation. He turned his wheelchair around and left the room with Elena.

What had he done? What was he thinking? Cornel felt as if all his strength was drained out, and he lay down on the couch.

He opened the drawer and took out the photo from a diary. It was a photo of the three: his wife, a happy boy, and he.

They were smiling happily in the photo, but they were separated in the reality. What a sardonic contrast!