Grandpa's Call

(Collins POV)

I watch her leave, her back shows how unhappy she is, but she is so stubborn she won't open up. I understand how she feels, I am just a stranger to her.

Seriously, I had thought she wouldn't come back home after she left. I was surprised her mother didn't look worried at all, making me think they disliked each other so much. I wanted to go look for her, but Becca stopped me. I had no other option than to wait and see.

The truth is, everything is so rushed, and I only knew Becca's daughter was living with her as she had never told me about it. I was furious today about being kept in the dark, and besides, I am at fault here too for failing to investigate deeply.

I wonder why both of them don't see eye to eye.

I smirked, “Maybe because they were both beautiful.”

Becca is beautiful, but it's that kind of mature beauty with some sloppiness. Besides, her beauty and character don't attract me but I still have to go on with all this even if I have no interest in what she is aware of because she is the same.

But her daughter is a different case. She is so beautiful, her youthful vibrancy brings out her beauty. She is also well-endowed, but thinking she is Becca's daughter, I think they will have the same attitude. I won't be staying here for long.

The sound of my phone took me out of my daze, and seeing the name on the call just made my irritation grow.

“Argh!” I groaned as I picked up the call.

“Hey, Grandpa..”

“You son of a bastard! Where the hell are you?!” His voice still sounds energetic even in his old age.

I rolled my eyes even when I knew he couldn't see it, “Grandpa, I told you I was going to be busy, and I wouldn't be coming home. Didn't I mention it to you? Besides, don't bother looking for me, I got transferred to a hospital in another city.” I said indifferently, then gulped down the water from the cup.

I rested my back on the kitchen cabinet, with my empty hand tucked in my pocket.

“You darm bastard! How dare you?!” I moved the phone away from my ear before he could yell. I always predicted his next move so—

“Grandpa, stop cussing! You are so old and remember you are a person of importance in the country” My voice grew cold as I continued, “Besides, I am not a child, you can control as you please. I can go anywhere I want! And have you forgotten the reason for my move?”

“You-you! Darn…oh! Spoilt child! Wasn't undoing it for your good?! What is bad about Jenny? Besides, you are in your thirties and still single!’ He heaved heavily after talking. I could feel his anger from the phone.

My eyes went cold after his words. This man just wouldn't repent and kept repeating the same mistakes!

I scoffed, “Seems you are forgetting something, Grandpa? I am not a fool and I know not to just marry anyone. As I have always said, Jenny is not for me, and if you want her that badly—

My lips curled up evilly, “I am sorry, I am now a married man, so if you want Jenny so badly, marry her as your little wife or marry her to one of your other grandsons!”

“What?! Collins, what are you saying? Got married? To who?! The person better matches your status or—

I didn't let him finish his words as I hung up the phone. I didn't want to hear those threats anymore, I had grown tired of hearing them.

The phone kept ringing, which annoyed me, so I put the number on the block list even when I knew the old man would go crazy with anger.

I looked at the phone in a daze and couldn't help feeling exhausted.

Being born into a family that wants to control every one of your movements and life is irritating. I have learned to rebel and do whatever I love, even at the expense of getting punished.

That family is full of hypocrisy, which is tiring. The Domingo family is a family filled with power, mostly politics. And me being the second son of the two grandsons of the Domingo family, I had been forced to learn politics right from the start.

Who would want to go into something that drains your emotions? So I went for something entirely different from what they wanted. A surgeon!

The whole family almost went mad, and they kept on complaining about this or that. And my elder brother who is a governor just has to be there to be compared to.

Now I am in my thirties and this person won't learn, they still want me to adhere to their calls and get married to a dumb Heiress.

And this is one of the reasons I had to escape and settle for Becca, besides she wanted this.

I met her at the hospital where I got posted, and we clicked a bit, even if most of her characters are not to my liking, but our goal intertwines.

And I don't care about her or their divorce status. It's not like I am going to stay married to her forever.

“Hey! Collins? Not coming up? Or should we both sleep on the couch?”

Becca's voice sounded from the stairs as I came out of the kitchen. It seems I had slept too much time drinking water.

I looked up and saw her wearing a transparent nightgown with her hair let down, which flowed down her back.

“Vixen!” I laughed as I walked upstairs to meet her.

“What were you doing in the kitchen for so long? I was waiting for you.” She said as she held my arm softly.

“Making some calls and arranging some things. Remember I told you I have surgery tomorrow afternoon. Next time just go to sleep, I will come up when I am ready.”