Sweet Twins

Chapter 600 Coffee

Fannie took the coffee cup from Clark and put it under her nose. She was a little suspicious of Clark's sudden generosity. She didn't want to take any risk. So smelled the coffee before sipping and squinted her eyes. The smell seemed legit to her. "Oh, this coffee smells wonderful, Dad. Thank you." NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

"You don't have to thank me, Fannie. It's fine." Clark took a quick look at the coffee before saying, "Fannie, drink the coffee quickly before it gets cold. It won't taste good if it's cold."

"Yeah, right." Fannie didn't hesitate anymore and drank the coffee without thinking too much.

"If you want some more, I can make it for you." Clark was delighted seeing Jill and her daughter drink the coffee without a fuss.

"No. It's enough for the night. We're going to bed now." Fannie yawned.

"That's right. Clark. You should go to bed too and take rest. Charles might come to our house tomorrow morning. So, let's get a good sleep before we welcome him," Jill said.

Fannie let out a giggle and said proudly, "To be more exact, the three of us should be ready to welcome the money tomorrow morning."

"You're right," Jill agreed.

Noticing the greed in Jill and Fannie's eyes, Clark felt disgusted. He realized how blind he had been in the past. He fell in love with such a snobbish woman like Jill.

How unlucky he was to have a daughter like Fannie whose only interest was based on money!

"Dad, what's wrong?" Fannie asked as she noticed Clark standing there stiffly.

"Uh...it's nothing." Clark returned to his senses hastily. "I was just thinking that what if Charles would give us twenty million. He is rich, isn't he?"

"Dad, you're thinking too much. Although, I like your idea. If we get more money from Charles, I can buy another luxury car." Fannie joined her palms together excitedly and gushed.

"Don't think too much. As we have decided, we can still receive money from Charles in the future. But for now, let's get our hands on the ten million dollars from Charles tomorrow," Jill said lazily. She yawned and added, "I'm feeling sleepy. Clark, go back to your room. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Honey, you want me to leave? But, I'm your husband. Don't you want me?" Clark asked with feigned grievance.

"No. Mother will accompany me tonight because we need to guard the household register. Dad, you'll have to wait until tomorrow to get mother back. I'm sorry." Saying so, Fannie took out the household register under her pillow and kissed it hard.

As if she had already got the ten million on her hand.

"Well then, I'll go sleep by myself tonight," Clark said, pretending to be helpless of the arrangement.

"Clark, you can't complain on the matter of whether I'll accompany you or not," Jill chided.

"I..." Clark felt his heart breaking in two by Jill's harsh words. Since he had his stroke, it was difficult for him to satisfy Jill in terms of sex. But he couldn't help it.

Jill was not an obedient woman. It was already a relief for him that Jill didn't betray him given that the Ning family was not as prosperous as before.

But what Clark didn't know was that Jill already did so in secret.

"Well, Dad! Don't talk too much now. Go back to your room and sleep. Let us sleep in peace as well. I'm feeling sleepy." A burst of sleepiness washed over Fannie as she urged impatiently.

"Okay then. Good night. I'm leaving," Clark answered before turning and leaving the room.

He closed the door after him.

The only sound resonated throughout the corridor was of wheelchair wheels rubbing against the ground. It sounded lonely and sad.

"Mom, sometimes I feel sorry for Dad," Fannie muttered.

"Huh! Don't you feel sorry for me? I'm now living a life similar to a widow!" Jill asked angrily.

Fannie shook her head and said in a low voice, "No Mom. I didn't mean that." She paused for a moment before asking, "Mom, where is your toy boy? Do you still keep in touch with him?"

"How do you know about him?" Jill had always been very cautious about her whereabouts. Then how did Fannie find out that she was dating with a toy boy?

Fannie looked at the shocked face of Jill and smiled slyly.

"Mom, we have been living under the same roof. Besides, I know your living habits for so many years. In the past, after dinner, you would go to play cards with other ladies. Usually, you used to come back at about half past ten. But in the last six months, your habit has changed. You're going out to play cards in a different time. And you coming back late. Sometimes you're staying out all night. It happened several times. Whenever I asked you, you always gave the same answer that you're addicted to playing cards and couldn't control yourself,"

Fannie explained, rubbing her eyes.

Jill didn't expect Fannie to notice all of this. She felt embarrassed that her face turned red and pale. After all, it was not a glorious thing to go out to play with a toy boy. Moreover, now her daughter knew it, how could Jill not be ashamed?

But Jill got over her shamefulness soon and then asked angrily, "Fannie, have you been following me?"

Jill remembered that once she took a taxi to the hotel where her toy boy was waiting for her. When she got out of the car, she suddenly found a white BMW rushing past her. The BMW looked familiar at that time. Now she realized, it was indeed Fannie's car.

It wasn't a coincidence. Fannie indeed had been following her.

Fannie burst into laughter watching Jill's expression. "I thought you're only playing with him for fun and it's temporary. I didn't expect you to hold on till now."

"Fannie, how can you laugh at me? Are you not aware of your disabled father? Aren't you being so cruel to me?" Jill asked, slightly dejected.

"I know, Mom. That's why I feel sorry for Dad. But Mom, if Dad learns about it, what would you do?" Fannie asked, looking at the door vigilantly.

Jill snorted and waved her hand dismissively. "Even if he knows it, what he can do? If he had the ability, I wouldn't have gone out looking for other men. If he couldn't do it, then he'd just have to endure it."

"Mom, you're smart. I should take lessons from you. I won't let Caspar bully me. I don't even know if he is dead or alive in jail," said Fannie.

Caspar couldn't be associated with the term of husband. He was more like her enemy.

"You'd better divorce him as soon as possible and look for a rich husband like Charles when you are young," Jill suggested.

Fannie's eyes suddenly widened as she exclaimed, "Mom, I almost forget. Do you still remember Joseph? He's Charles' cousin. I heard that he has recently divorced with Daisy and is shooting now. It seems that he is really popular among young girls."

"Why are you suddenly talking about him? Do you have a crush on him?" Jill asked with a hint of excitement.