Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife

The little girl in the photo is as exquisite as a porcelain doll, and when she smiles, her eyes curve into crescent moons. Her rosy cheeks have round dimples, making her utterly charming.

The old man felt his heart soften. If only she were his real great-granddaughter, how wonderful that would be.

Thinking this, the old man found Damian increasingly annoying.

Useless guy, can’t even keep his own woman. Truly embarrassing for me as his grandfather.

Oh, the little girl is so cute, I really want to pick her up and squeeze her, listen to her call me great-grandpa in her childish voice.

The old man clasped his phone, unwilling to let go, flipping through the little girl’s photos repeatedly, immediately saying, "Send all these photos to my phone."

Damian took the phone upon hearing this, and while transferring the photos, said, "Our dear doesn’t like Talia being spoiled too much, so if you see Talia in the future, take it easy."

"Little girls should be raised with pampering. Moreover, as the precious daughter of The Sinclair Family, she should be showered with endless affection." The old man received the photos on his phone and grew fonder by the moment, musing, "Ah, I wonder if Young Acker would agree if I said to bring the little girl home to raise her?"

"Don’t even think about it," Damian said. "Talia has always been with our dear since she was young. If you take Talia and raise her by your side, just imagine how upset our dear would be."

"Not raising her by my side all the time, but letting her live and play at my place every now and then is okay, right?" The old man persisted.

"Stay at your villa?" Damian raised an eyebrow, "Aren’t you pretending to be poor in front of our dear? If you take Talia there to play, what will you come up with when our dear asks?"

"Uh?" The old man was at a loss, feeling a bit dejected, "If I had known, I wouldn’t have pretended to be so poor. Or, I could pretend I won thirty million in the lottery?"

"Why not say you won a hundred million?" Damian said, exasperated.

"That’s not impossible," the old man started to seriously consider, "Winning a hundred million, buying a villa wouldn’t be an issue, and I could buy things for Talia. Maybe I could even invest in a TV series for Young Acker. This idea is quite good."

"Do you think our dear is a fool?" Damian finished transferring the photos and put away his phone, "You should just be honest with her."

"What if Young Acker despises you, and then stops visiting me, this old man?" The old man shook his head, "Young Acker has a soft heart. I must keep playing the pitiful part. I mean, if you could be a little more impressive, why would I, as your grandfather, need to pretend to be pitiful to help you win over a wife? Sigh!"

Damian was both amused and exasperated, "Just don’t let your good intentions end up causing trouble. I have my plans; I’ll coax her back to my side willingly, step by step."

"Really?" The old man looked at him with great skepticism.

Damian collected himself, speaking seriously: "Now that she’s back, I won’t let her have the chance to leave again. She’s destined to be tied to me for life, no one can do anything about it."

"That’s right, now that’s the spirit of a man from The Sinclair Family!" The old man stood up with his cane, feeling a bit relieved, "Don’t worry, Grandpa won’t hold you back. As for your mom, I’ll handle her, you don’t need to worry."

"Grandpa, since we’re on the topic today, there are some things I want to ask you." Damian said, "These years I’ve been investigating the events of the past, and I’ve gradually come to understand Ronan Rhodes’ character. He doesn’t seem like someone who would push others into a corner. I have a vague feeling there might be something hidden behind those events."