Mysterious Mr.Richard

Don't Call Anyone Daddy Except For Uncle Ethan

At the end of August, schools in Kityall City reopened in succession.

Victoria could no longer keep Brandon and Bonny at the Louise Mansion since the siblings had to go to

school. Pearl went to take the children back a few days before school reopened.

Victoria was reluctant to part with them. She took a bunch of things and filled Pearl's car trunk. Finally,

she complained to Pearl, "Ethan should also come with you to pick them up."

Pearl explained, "He has several operations this afternoon and his schedule is quite packed."

Victoria took her hand, saying, "You're just being too considerate. How can you always speak up for

him?"

"I'm just telling the truth, Mrs, Louise."

"Oh by the way, you two are now living in the villa in Yoreast Hills Garden, aren't you?"

"Yes," Pearl nodded, feeling sheepish, "I haven't had the chance to thank Katherine yet."

"We're family, so you don't need to do that. I just feel that the villa is a bit small, and the decoration is

quite old-fashioned too. You can live there for now, then you'll move to another villa after I finish the

decoration."

Within several seconds, another house would be given to her once again. Moreover, Victoria would

definitely be more generous than Katherine. Pearl felt a bit lightheaded.

When you received a gift from someone, it was as if you would owe them a big favour. She just couldn't

let things continue like this.

On the way back, Pearl asked Brandon and Bonny about how they were in Louise Mansion.

Bonny, who was sucking on the jelly in the back seat, said: "Grandma was very nice to me. She literally

gave me everything I wanted."

"What did you asked her for?" Pearl said earnestly while driving, "Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't

always ask others for what you want?"

"She is my grandma, and I didn't ask for anything much," Bonny said.

Pearl thought she was right. Bonny may just ask for some snacks and toys.

Brandon, who had been silent for a long while, suddenly asked, "Mommy, are you going to live with

Ethan in the future?"

"What?" Pearl was quite stunned.

Bonny also asked in confusion, "Hasn't uncle Ethan always lived with us? Why are you asking that,

Brandon?"

It wasn't a good thing for her son to be mature at such an early age. Either he kept silent, or he would

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She had never told the two children about the fake marriage between Ethan and her. Bonny was

muddle-headed anyway. She couldn't have cared less about the meaning of calling someone Grandpa

or Grandma.

But Brandon was different. He had his own thoughts, which made Pearl suspect he'd already figured

out that she and Ethan were putting on an act. So she felt a bit guilty.

She tried to cover up her embarrassment and asked, "Why do you ask that, Brandon?"

"Grandpa and Grandma treat Bonny and I pretty well, and Ethan is a good man. Mommy, I feel that he

will also take good care of you in the future."

Pearl was dumbstruck by hearing this, "Brandon..."

She didn't know how to explain to them that she and Ethan were merely friends. From the point of view

of the children, Ethan was the kindest and most caring man to them in this world. If he claimed to be

the second best, no one would dare to be first.

"But uncle Ethan is a playboy." Before Pearl could speak, Bonny suddenly said and looked at her

brother reluctantly, "Brandon, Ethan has too many girlfriends. Mommy would be worried all day long."

Hearing this, a hesitant look grew on Brandon's face.

Bonny said seriously, "I think it's better to consider Daddy rather than Ethan, since he also treats us

well. Am I right, Mommy?"

Pearl frowned, "Bonny Yonng, Richard is not your Daddy. You can't call anyone Daddy except uncle

Ethan."

Ever since she had found out that the accident seven years ago might have something to do with the

Zellweger, the guilt she felt towards Richard seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

If the Zellweger family was involved and was because of Richard, even if he had no idea about it, it

didn't mean that he could stay out of it. She just couldn't let him change her life like this.

Bonny was still a little afraid of Pearl, especially when she heard Pearl calling her full name.

At this moment, Pearl's tone was stern.

Bonny was a bit frightened. She grasped the jelly in her hands for a long time, then she said lowly, "I

won't call him daddy anymore. I just want you to be happy."

The atmosphere in the car became down and quiet. Pearl didn't say anything.

The car drove past the bustling streets of Kityall City. Zellweger Group's headquarter was visible from

the vehicle's distance, at the left side of the windshield.

Her departure seemed not leave any bad impact on Richard's life. On the contrary, he enjoyed glory

and success that ordinary people could never imagine.

For the past seven years, she should be the one who hated him, shouldn't it?

The sunset glow shone on the city. Through the French windows, the glow fell on the grey carpet, warm

and bright. The next second, a pair of black high heels stepped on the light, and the warmth was

shattered instantly.

"Richard, this is the suit you're going to wear tomorrow. I brought it over for you to see if it fits you well."

Adriana's voice was sweet and elegant as usual, making one feel that she was a very gentle lady.

Richard's thoughts were pulled back from the window. When he turned around and saw Adriana

holding a suit in her hand. "The regular suits are too ordinary, I think you'd be into like this style." She

said.

"Okay." He glanced at it, "It's good, I don't need to try it on. Since you bought it, there should be no

problem."

He would never say the same things twice. He didn't want to try it on, so Adriana put down the suit

without further persuasion. She then asked "But you seem to have lost some weight recently. The

designer wanted to re-measure your size and came quite a few times. But she still hasn't met you."

"I've been very busy lately."

Was he really busy? Richard didn't know why, but he just felt his words quite ironic.

The busyness, to put it simply, was his choice.