Chapter 287: Heartache for Granddaughter.
Atticus's frankness could cost him his job.
Suspecting the involvement of Finnegan's father was a risky move.
Finnegan's eyes narrowed, sremained silent. "Alright, I see. You and Linda have worked hard tonight. Take the night off."
After giving his instructions, Finnegan hung up.
Jude had never been involved in company matters, so why was he there today?
After some contemplation, Finnegan decided to call Jude.
Jude was at the Abbott Family mansion, about to give Oscar a midnight snack. Seeing Finnegan's call, he quickly answered, "Finnegan, it's late in the night. What's the matter?"
Finnegan got straight to the point, asking,"Did you go to the office today?"
"Yes, I did," Jude admitted. "I took Oscar for a walk and passed by the office. I went to see you, but Linda said you were at the antenatal check-up with Ophe, so I left. What happened?"
"Did you bring Oscar with you?" Finnegan asked in a deep voice. "There was a data report on the desk when you arrived. Did you see it?"
"What report? I didn't see any report. Finnegan, did you lose something? I didn't see it. I just went to the restroom and left," Jude replied.
"It's alright," Finnegan said, no longer pressing the matter.
After hanging up, a deep, inscrutable light flashed in Finnegan's eyes.
On the other end, Jude found the call strange. "Why would he call so late just for a report?"
Putting his phone away, Jude walked over to Oscar, who was eating pizza. "You shouldn't use your hands. Let me show you how to use utensils," Jude said patiently.
Oscar, in an effort to appear genuine, deliberately used his hands to eat the pizza. To get Jude to leave sooner, Oscar pretended to use the utensils properly.
Jude praised him excitedly, "You're amazing!"
The tone was as if he was praising a child in kindergarten.
In Jude's eyes, Oscar was like a three-year-old.
Despite feeling disgusted, Oscar could only play along, clapping his hands and looking foolish.
Jude smiled, genuinely happy. "I'll take good care of you. Be good, and I'll ensure your safety and prosperity for life."
Oscar didn't care for Jude's protection, but he couldn't show it.
He maintained his foolish appearance and smiled at Jude.
After Oscar finished the pizza, Jude used a tone to coax the child, "Be good. Go to sleep. I need to rest too."
To get rid of Jude, Oscar had no choice but to obediently go to bed.
Once alone, Oscar's eyes cleared, and he took out a phone from under the bed.
Several messages appeared on the screen:
[The data report is in hand, and Abbott's Corporation has suffered a significant loss.]
[Finnegan is hunting down the mole.]
[A successful collaboration.]
After reading the messages, Oscar replied: [This is just the beginning.]
He then proceeded to erase all the data, leaving no trace.
Only after completing all this did Oscar finally lie down to rest.
Since he started acting 'foolish,' he had been living alone in the backyard of the old mansion. The gardener lived on the other side of the garden. Celia and Old Abbott rarely visited the backyard. Jude would come to see Oscar every day.
When Jude returned to the room, he was met with his wife Celia's complaints. "You went to see that fool again? You care more about a fool than your wife. I heard you even took him out to play during the day. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at, taking a fool around like that?"
Jude replied, "Don't say that. Although Oscar may be foolish, he can still distinguish right from wrong. He wouldn't like it if others called him a fool."
Celia sneered "A fool who can still feel unhappy."
Jude ignored Celia and went straight to the bathroom.
Celia followed in her nightgown, continuing to nag, "You don't want to talk to me, do you? You find me annoying, don't you?"
Jude sighed, "I know that you come to bother me since you can't bother Ophe anymore, right?"
Celia was a bit off, retorting,"Ophe got pregnant so quickly. Did she go for a check-up today? Did you ask our son what the doctor said? Whether she's having a boy or a girl?"
Jude said, "Our son called earlier, but I forgot to ask. Whether it's a boy or a girl, they will be descendants of our Abbott’s Family, all the same."
"But it's not the same. If she's going to give me a granddaughter, I can only reluctantly accept that," Celia said.
She had always regretted not being able to have a daughter. After giving birth to Finnegan, she was pregnant with a daughter, who died young.
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