Chapter 46 Children, come to Daddy
"Master, this can't be true, right?" The butler couldn't believe it and didn't care about the blood flowing from his head. He knelt down on the ground with a "plop."
"You didn't tell me clearly when you brought the children back, I didn't know what was going on. Please forgive me for not knowing..."
"Ignorance may be forgiven, but you looked down on country folks. Not only did you insult my honored guest, but also beat up my own daughter. Your crime is unforgivable! Don’t expect to complain to Madam over there. Don’t forget that my grandmother is also a country folk!" Alexander pointed at the door with a cold face and roared like a fierce tiger: "Get out!"
The butler had no face left to beg for mercy and fled while holding his head.
Other servants were frightened and knelt down one after another apologizing.
"We're sorry Master!"
Alexander hated these servants to the bone and let them kneel aside.
He squatted down and waved at six little girls: "Children, come to Daddy!"
The six little girls stopped in their tracks.
"Daddy?"
"Are you really our daddy?"
"But Mommy said our daddy has already died..."
This Ivy! Alexander's expression became extremely ugly.
Ethan quickly comforted the children: "Little masters, he is your father - your real father. Not long ago when your mommy was in danger he risked his life to save her. Think about it carefully; if Mr Ashford wasn’t your real dad why would he do that? Only a real dad will treat you well and help save mommy!”
"Daddy..." The six daughters cried as they rushed into Alexander's arms.
"So he really is our real daddy..." The eldest daughter ran towards Alexander too.
The other four little ones no longer had any doubts and rushed towards Alexander's embrace.
The six cute little bundles pounced on him together, making Alexander feel warm. He showed a bright smile like sunshine.
"Daddy, you look so good when you smile..." The eldest daughter gently stroked Alexander's face.
"Daddy has dimples, I have them too. It means we are related by blood..." The third daughter poked at Alexander’s dimple with her soft finger.
"Uh-huh, related by blood." Alexander grabbed the small hand of his third daughter and kissed it fiercely.
"Daddy, there is so much foam on your head..." The fifth daughter climbed onto Alexander's shoulder and rubbed the foam while saying: "Let me wash Daddy's hair..."
"I want to wash Daddy’s hair too..."
"Me too..."
The other five little ones all rushed over and stretched out their hands towards Alexander's head.
Twelve small hands scratched randomly; foam flew everywhere and made a mess of Alexander’s face.
"Over here! Scratch harder!"
Alexander not only didn't blame the children but also enjoyed sitting on the ground letting them scratch his hair wildly.
The servants were stunned by this scene. Wasn’t he that cold-blooded CEO who always looked serious with extreme cleanliness? Now he was completely an adorable super dad full of love!
After playing for a while, the children sat down panting heavily:
"Oh my goodness! Washing daddy’s hair is really tiring!"
"My arms hurt from washing daddy’s hair…"
"I don't want to wash daddy’s hair anymore…"
"Neither do I…my hands are sore."
Hearing these words, satisfaction appeared in Alexander's eyes. In fact, he didn't like having his daughters wash his hair but if they were happy then he would let them play enough until they got tired of it. Next time they wouldn’t think about doing it again soon after just finishing it.
"Daddy, I'm all wet. I want to take a bath!" The third daughter pulled up her sticky clothes and said.
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