Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

Hearing the old master sigh, Bella Acker gently asked, "Old Master Sinclair, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

"There’s nothing wrong with my body; I’m just feeling sad in my heart," the old master said as he started wiping his eyes with his fingers. "Young Acker, I’m a lonely, poor old man, so unlucky."

"Old Master Sinclair, your grandson is so filial to you, you are very fortunate," Bella Acker said as she watched the old master bow his head, seemingly crying quite sadly, not knowing how to comfort him.

After all, they had just met, and she didn’t even know the old master’s last name yet.

"He’s my only grandson; if it weren’t for him, my life would be even harder," the old master said sadly. "Young Acker, you don’t know. My grandson is busy with work every day and often goes on business trips. I hardly see him once in a long time. I came to the company to see him today because I haven’t seen him for months."

As people age, they become easily lonely and need companionship, but young people are busy with their careers and don’t have much time to take care of the elderly.

"Old Master Sinclair, have you considered hiring a nanny? That way, you’d have someone to chat with at home," Bella Acker suggested.

"How could I do that? It would be too wasteful! My grandson already works hard enough; how could I add to his burden?" the old master said, wiping his tears. "Sometimes I feel that someone like me, who refuses to die, might as well be gone."

"Old Master Sinclair, you mustn’t think that way," Bella Acker considered for a moment and said, "How about this, Old Master Sinclair: if I have time in the future, I’ll come to see you. How about that?"

"Really?" The old master looked up at her with a look of surprise on his face.

But after the surprise, he seemed to feel that his sadness and patheticness weren’t enough, so he started wiping his eyes again, "Young Acker, you are a good person."

The car slowly drove out of the underground garage, and at this moment, in the president’s office of Kingston Group, Damian Sinclair looked at Special Assistant Lawson with a serious face, "Still haven’t found the old master?"

Special Assistant Lawson replied, "We checked the surveillance. Old Master Sinclair and Ms. Acker were in an elevator that had a minor accident, and then they left together with Ms. Acker."

"Left with Bella?" Damian Sinclair rubbed his temples upon hearing this. Why did the old master suddenly come to the company today? What rumors did he hear? What is he trying to do by leaving with Bella?

The secretarial team in the office heard President Sinclair calling a woman directly by the name "Bella," and they all silently thought to themselves, so President Sinclair can be so cheesy! Tsk tsk!

"Nothing else, you all go back to work," Damian Sinclair waved his hand, dismissing Special Assistant Lawson and the others, then pulled out his phone and dialed the old master’s number.

The phone rang several times before it was answered, and Damian Sinclair asked cautiously, "Old Master Sinclair, what are you planning by going with Bella Acker?"

The old master’s voice came from the other end of the line, "Damian, you focus on your work, don’t worry about Grandpa. I met a really kind girl today, and now she’s taking me home. That’s all, you focus on your work." With that, he hung up the phone.

In the car, the old master hung up the phone, put away his mobile, and laughed happily, "My grandson worries that I can’t remember the bus routes and won’t make it home. Young Acker, it’s fortunate I met you today."

Damian? The name of the old master’s grandson?

Bella Acker smiled, "Old Master Sinclair, you’re praising me so much, it’s making me embarrassed."

"Young Acker, you’re such a kind-hearted and beautiful person. It would be great to have someone like you as my granddaughter-in-law."