Chapter 64 Are you Frederick?
Isabella was scratching her head, totally confused.
"You're loaded, right? Your place shouldn't be this crappy. It's a dump."
Frederick, looking stone-faced, replied, "I went bankrupt. No money left."
"What? You went bankrupt?" Isabella's jaw dropped.
"Got a problem with that?"
"No, but how did it happen so fast? When did it happen?"
"Last night."
Isabella was at a loss for words.
To keep things on the down-low, Dennis was brought here after getting discharged last night.
This was Frederick's mom's old place before she moved overseas.
"How come I didn't notice you being upset?" Isabella asked, treading carefully.
Most folks would be down in the dumps for a while after something like this. Some might never bounce back.
But looking at him, there was no sign of the gloom that usually comes with going broke.
"How do you know I'm not upset?" Frederick shot back.
"I didn't see it."
"You're not important to me. Why should I show my sadness to you?"
Isabella thought that made sense.
For some reason, she ended up trying to comfort him, "Life has its ups and downs. You need to stay balanced."
"Too much talking."
"I'm just concerned about you."
"Not needed."
Isabella clammed up.
'Serves him right for going bankrupt!' she thought.
Frederick walked up to the sixth floor and stopped at the door of 601.
This old building had six floors, no elevator, and two units per floor. Their neighbor was 602.
Isabella glanced at 602; the doormat looked worn, meaning someone lived there regularly.
Unlike Frederick's place, where the doormat was brand new. Clearly, they had just moved in.
"By the way, what's your son's name?" Isabella asked.
"Dennis Valdemar, nickname Dennis."
"Valdemar? Your last name is Valdemar?"
Frederick turned, giving her a meaningful squint.
Isabella's eyes went wide in shock.
Seeing her eyes widen, Frederick said with disdain, "If you have something to say, say it quickly."
Once she met Dennis, she wouldn't have the chance to talk nonsense.
Isabella swallowed hard.
"What's your name?"
Frederick squinted his handsome eyes.
Isabella awkwardly said, "You asked me to take care of your son. It's not too much to ask your name, right?"
Frederick replied indifferently, "Eric Valdemar."
He didn't want Isabella to know his true identity.
Now it was clear that Isabella wasn't intentionally approaching him, so he hid his identity to avoid her having any improper thoughts.
After all, the name 'Frederick Valdemar' was too attractive.
Outsiders didn't know what he looked like, but everyone knew the name 'Frederick Valdemar.'
Most women couldn't resist the money and power behind that name.
If she knew, she might try to seduce him.
Isabella was still puzzled.
Eric Valdemar?
Not Frederick Valdemar?
Definitely not. Frederick was disabled and in a wheelchair for years, while Eric's long legs looked very healthy.
She was overthinking it.
"You almost have the same name as the richest man," she joked.
Frederick glanced at her but didn't respond.
Isabella asked again, "You're not related to Frederick Valdemar, are you?"
"Just a similar name, that's all."
Isabella fell silent.
Frederick pulled out an old-school key to unlock the door and gave her a heads-up before stepping inside.
"I'm asking you to keep him happy, not upset. If he throws a fit, just deal with it. Don't push his buttons, especially about his mom."
'Why can't I talk back if he yells at me? Whatever, I can't deal with Eric now, and Dennis is only five. How bad could it be?' she thought.
Isabella convinced herself, swallowed her annoyance, and asked, "What's his mom like? Why did she leave? Did you guys have issues?"
Frederick's face darkened immediately.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't!"
Isabella zipped it.
Before treating a patient, it's normal to ask about their situation, right?
"I..."
"Come in!"
Isabella walked in, feeling super frustrated. Talking to him was like talking to a brick wall; he wasn't even human, no way to have a normal conversation!
Inside, Isabella took a look around.
The place wasn't small—three bedrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom, about 1300 square feet.
The overall vibe was rustic, with wooden floors, a wooden shoe cabinet, a wooden dining table and chairs, and even a wooden coffee table.
The furniture looked pretty old.
Only the big LCD TV on the wall seemed modern.
The house was super clean and cozy.
The wooden furniture, white curtains, and two-meter-tall green plants made the room feel warm.
She didn't expect Eric, such a cold person, to have a home decorated like this.
She thought his world was only black, white, and gray, not with the warm tones of wood.
Frederick had already changed into slippers and walked straight to a guest room, opened the door, and peeked inside.
Isabella guessed he was checking on Dennis and bent down to change her shoes.
There was only one pair of women's slippers on the shoe rack, new, clearly meant for her.
So she didn't ask and put them on.
She wanted to follow and take a look, but Frederick had already closed the door.
Isabella was curious.
"Where's Dennis?"
"Still sleeping."
"He hasn't woken up yet?"
"Yeah."
"Then why did you call me over so early?"
Isabella thought Dennis was already awake, so he drove to pick her up.
Dennis wasn't even awake, why call her over?
"There are ingredients in the fridge, make breakfast."
Frederick said bluntly and closed the door.
Was it her imagination, or did she even hear the sound of him locking the door?
Isabella was stunned, he wasn't being polite at all!
Telling her to make breakfast, did she owe him?
Well, she did owe him, $10 million!
Thinking about the money, Isabella held back her anger and went to the kitchen.
Since she was here, she might as well settle in. She opened the fridge and saw it was clean, with plenty of fresh ingredients.
What to make?
Isabella thought for a moment, then turned to knock on Frederick's door to ask about Dennis's preferences.
She didn't like him, but Dennis was innocent, and she wanted to cater to his tastes.
She knocked once, no response.
She knocked again, still no response.
Isabella knocked several times.
"Hey, open the door, I need to talk to you."
The next second, Frederick opened the door, his suit and shirt replaced by pajamas.
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