Chapter 446 Being with Matthew
Nicholas and Abigail stepped out of the private room and bumped into Frank.
Nicholas almost called out "Dad," but he managed to keep it in check and just nodded politely. "Frank."
Frank raised an eyebrow. "You know me?"
Nicholas replied, "Of course, you're the head of the Turner Family in Mode City. Who in the business world doesn't know you?"
Frank smirked. "You look like Zachary, and your flattery skills are just like his."
Nicholas kept quiet, thinking, 'Please don't expose me in public.'
Seeing they had something to discuss, Abigail excused herself and left.
Frank apologized, "Mr. Ramsey, sorry for barging in and interrupting your meal. I need a favor."
Nicholas stepped aside and gestured towards the private room. "Let's talk inside, Frank. No need to be so formal. Just ask, and I'll help."
After this, even if Winona understood his situation, she wouldn't forgive Nicholas easily. His only leverage now was his unborn child. He couldn't rely on Rebecca; she wouldn't push for a split, but she wouldn't advocate for reconciliation either. So Nicholas had to get Frank on his side.
Nicholas discreetly checked himself. His clothes were neat, his demeanor proper, enthusiastic but not over the top—a perfect son-in-law.
Frank didn't stand on ceremony and walked into the private room. Winona had already filled him in on the situation and her suspicions.
Nicholas called the waiter to clear the dishes and brewed a pot of tea.
Frank said, "I suppose you've heard about my former son-in-law. It's been four months, and we still haven't found him. He's probably at the bottom of the sea by now."
Nicholas was surprised, sensing something ominous.
He interrupted Frank, "Didn't Miss Sullivan say she and Mr. Bailey were discussing remarriage? Shouldn't he be a prospective son-in-law?"
Frank replied, "Whether he's prospective or official, if they haven't remarried, he's still a former son-in-law."
That made sense, and Nicholas couldn't argue, but the frustration made him anxious. He didn't care if the tea was too hot and gulped down two cups.
Frank sighed, "To be honest, you look a bit like my former son-in-law. It might be hard to accept, but it's the truth. Winona is still young; she can't be lonely forever. It really pains me."
He continued, "So I want you to help persuade Winona to find someone suitable and not hold onto an impossible hope. You look like my former son-in-law, so it might be easier for you to make her understand. People need to move forward. There are so many talented young men in Dreamopolis, like Matthew."
"He's been by Winona's side, helping her move on. I can see that Winona doesn't reject his advances, so they might be together soon." While Frank was talking, Nicholas had already drunk several cups of tea.
Frank referred to Zachary as the "former son-in-law" but called Matthew with a friendly demeanor.
Luckily, the tea cups were small; if it were a large mug, Nicholas' throat would probably be scalded.
"Mr. Ramsey, are you very thirsty?" Frank asked.
Nicholas replied, "Not really, just feeling a bit off lately. Doctor said more tea might help."
Frank almost snorted; that sarcastic tone was just like Zachary's. "So, about that favor..."
Nicholas stood up, cutting him off. "Sorry, I'm not familiar with Miss Sullivan, so I probably can't help. You should find someone else."
He finished his tea, nodded at Frank, and left. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Winona standing outside. Nicholas's face was dark, his cold gaze landing on her.
Winona was puzzled. She had just gone to the restroom, and when she came back, she didn't see Frank. After inquiring with the waiter, she discovered Frank was in the private room, whose door silenced any sound from within the room.
She looked at Nicholas, whose face was tense and looked terrible. "Mr. Ramsey, you..."
But Nicholas, looking displeased, brushed past Winona and left.
Winona looked speechlessly at Frank, who was sitting calmly in the private room. "Dad, what did you say to him?" she asked.
Since being recognized by the Turner Family, she had started calling him Dad, but having not interacted for over twenty years, she was still somewhat emotionally distant from him.
Frank, appearing as usual, concocted a story. "I praised him for being good-looking and promising, but he doesn't seem to like compliments. He left with a gloomy face."
However, he thought to himself, 'With so many disputes to handle, Zachary still wanted Winona to wait for him? Not a chance. Let Winona consider him dead. If she falls for another man during this time, she should forget the past and start anew. If she hasn't met anyone and Zachary comes back, and she still wants to be with him, then it's God's will.'
Although Frank wasn't very satisfied, he would accept it as long as Winona liked him. The most important thing was that the in-laws were good people.
Frank's serious and upright image was deeply ingrained, and with his acting skills, Winona didn't suspect a thing. She asked, "Why did you come to see him?"
But in an environment like the Turner Family's, anyone who managed to make their mark was nothing short of an Oscar-caliber actor. Those who fell short had long been eliminated.
Frank replied, "I just wanted to see how much they looked alike. They really do look alike. If you pull up those two strands of hair on his forehead, he's a spitting image."
Winona remained silent, thinking, 'This is so boring.'
Nicholas was fuming, and even after getting into the car, he hadn't calmed down, especially when he saw Matthew standing not far away.
Matthew was dressed casually, making his already gentle and elegant demeanor even more refined. With his good looks, friendly demeanor, and luxurious clothes, he attracted the attention of passersby. But he didn't look at anyone, staring straight at the restaurant's main entrance.
A few bold girls, blushing and pushing each other, wanted to ask for his contact information but were all rejected.
Elders who judged people by appearances most favored a man with excellent external conditions who maintained his integrity, like Frank, for example.
The assistant saw Nicholas get into the car with a cold expression and without giving any instructions. After waiting anxiously for a while, he cautiously asked, "Mr. Ramsey, should we go?"
Nicholas raised his chin, indicating where Matthew was standing. "Is he better, or am I better?" he asked.
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