Sweet Twins

Chapter 605 Unimaginable Cruelty

"Clark, are you courting death?" Jill was completely enraged. She suddenly pushed Clark's wheelchair towards the edge of the stairs.

"Mom, what are you doing? If Clark dies, we'll never be able to get the household register!" Fannie shouted and reached for the wheelchair.

However, Fannie was a second late. The wheelchair rolled down the stairs before she even had the chance to grasp it. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

If Clark really fell down the stairs, his life would surely be in a critical state.

Just when he thought that he was doomed, a familiar figure suddenly came and rushed over. The man grabbed the wheelchair and stopped it from falling down the stairs.

"What are you doing here, Charles?" Jill asked loudly as she was surprised by the person who just arrived.

"Didn't you ask me to come here? I've already prepared ten million dollars. Where is the household register?" Charles picked Clark up and gently stabilized his wheelchair. "Dad are you okay?" Nancy asked.

Her heart broke into pieces when she saw the miserable look on her father's face.

"I'm fine," Clark answered firmly.

"Oh, Nancy, our father accidentally fell down the stairs just now. My mother and I heard the noise and rushed over, but we were too late. Thank you for saving our father," Fannie said while crying.

"Well, stop your nonsense. I want to get a rest." Clark felt exhausted after being tortured by Jill and Fannie. Right now, he just wanted to have a good rest.

"Okay, Dad. I'll bring you to your room," Nancy said while pushing the wheelchair to Clark's room.

"Mr. Fu, to tell you honestly, the household register has been thrown away by Clark. We have asked him where it was, but he said that it was burned. We were left with no choice. If you want to get it, you'd be better off asking Clark for it." Jill had no choice but to tell the truth. Charles came with the money, but Clark still wouldn't say a word. She had to play safe for the sake of the money.

"Uncle, where is the household register?" Charles gently asked.

"I've already burned it. You'd better give up. As for reapplying a new one, I am the only one who can do it as the head of my family," Clark said calmly.

"Didn't you want me to marry Nancy?" Charles was surprised by Clark's attitude. His impression of him was that Clark was a cowardly man who never expressed much anger. How could he burn his household register in order to stop Nancy from marrying him?

"It's not that I don't want Nancy to marry you. Look, she is the one who doesn't want to marry you at all. She is my daughter. I can give up my own life for her happiness, so if you dare to bully her, I will never let you have her!" Clark's words were sonorous and powerful. His words were the only protection he could give for his daughter.

After all these years, it was the first time Nancy heard such words from Clark. She was so touched. A long time ago, she thought that Clark no longer loved her, but she was wrong. In his heart, Nancy was still his daughter.

"Dad, I'm your daughter too," Fannie said trying to sound pitiful in front of them. She was jealous of Clark's kindness toward Nancy. For so many years, Fannie had never heard Clark say such words to her.

She was also once bullied by Caspar.

However, what Clark mostly said to her was, "Fannie, you are too impatient. Can't you discuss it with Caspar?"

Every time they fought, Clark seemed to always stand on Caspar's side even though she was his daughter.

Clark was now a sickly old man, but he dared to say such frightening words for the sake of Nancy.

Other than paternal love, what else could it be?

"Nancy, don't you really want to marry me?" Charles's voice was soft, but it certainly sounded desperate.

She knew that he loved her, but why did she still refuse to marry him?

Why was it so difficult to marry her?

Nancy bit her lip and refused to say anything.

Charles had asked her this question several times this morning.

At that time, Nancy had just woken up. She had her breakfast and went to work right after. However, to her surprise, when she opened the door she saw Charles's exhausted face.

"Charles, are you a ghost or a human? What are you doing standing at the door of the guest room so early in the morning?" Nancy looked at him incredulously.

His eye sockets were sunken, and his face was so pale that he looked ill.

"I've been standing here for two hours. I'm scared of the thought of you saying that you would leave me. Tell me, it's not real, okay?" Charles murmured like a child.

After the children fell asleep last night, Charles came into the bedroom alone. The room was filled with his memories with Nancy. Her scent was everywhere.

Charles picked up Nancy's pillow and sniffed it. He had been used to the fragrance of Nancy's hair lingering on it.

Nancy was in the next room, but he felt that there was a great distance between them.

He wanted to become a small bug and go inside Nancy's heart to see what this woman wanted to do.

Why was it so difficult to please her?

Didn't she know that he loved her so much that he couldn't live without her?

Or did she just enjoy torturing him mentally?

Charles tossed and turned, but still couldn't fall asleep, so he stood up and walked to the door of Nancy's room.

But he didn't dare to knock on the door to avoid interrupting the children's sleep, especially Nancy's rest.

No matter what, he had to get the household register. He would never allow Nancy to leave him and the children.

Charles stood before the door of the guest room for two hours.

As long as he was closer to Nancy, it didn't matter if he was tired or not.

But now that he was in front of Nancy's troubled face, he could not say a word from his heart.

He just blankly stared at Nancy and said, "Nancy, I won't allow you to leave me, never."

Looking at Charles's domineering look, Nancy sneered, "Charles, don't be so unreasonable, okay? I'm a free person. Marriage is between the two of us. It's not merely focused on what you want. Whether you agree or not, I'm leaving today."

"Don't you care about the kids?" Charles asked.

Last night, he had pinned his hope that he wanted to keep Nancy from leaving. But how did her heart become so cruel, as if she didn't care about the children at all.

In the end, he took care of the crying children.

It seemed that Nancy was determined to leave them.