The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress-Chapter 592 - 633: Life is a Rollercoaster of Joy and Sorrow
Adolph Desmond lowered his head, seemingly glancing unintentionally at the feathers strewn across the floor. His gaze towards Sienna Johnson was somewhat strange.
In Adolph Desmond’s eyes, Sienna Johnson was quite fierce. Back then, she not only frequently showed her displeasure to Sixth Master but later even up and left with their child. This woman is capable of anything, he thought. For instance, hitting Sixth Master!
So, as Sixth Master’s loyal housekeeper, Adolph Desmond braced himself and said, "Madam, Sixth Master is a man, after all. If he angers you sometimes, just scolding him a bit is enough. You can’t resort to physical violence. Hitting people is always wrong. And even if you were to hit someone, you mustn’t injure Sixth Master."
Sienna Johnson blinked at Adolph Desmond and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"I mean that Madam should control her emotions in the future and not injure Sixth Master. Some things can’t be hidden forever. If outsiders find out that Sixth Master was injured by his own wife, how could he show his face in public?" Adolph Desmond didn’t care if he angered Sienna Johnson or not; he spoke his mind plainly.
Sienna Johnson could no longer remain composed. She really wanted to ask Housekeeper Adolph what a woman, one month pregnant at that, could possibly do to injure Sixth Master so badly that he’d need a doctor.
"You don’t know how high your Sixth Master’s combat strength is? Could he actually be injured by me? Housekeeper Adolph, are you overestimating me, or are you underestimating your Sixth Master’s combat strength?"
"Isn’t that the case?"
"No, it isn’t!"
"Then why would Sixth Master call for a doctor?"
When Sienna Johnson said she was going to call a doctor, Adolph Desmond had initially thought it was for her. He never expected it would be for Sixth Master. Sixth Master was very healthy and hardly ever caught a cold or had a fever.
"Housekeeper Adolph, I am a pregnant woman!"
When Adolph Desmond saw Sienna Johnson’s expression change, he realized he might have guessed wrong and quickly apologized. "I’m sorry, Madam. I misspoke."
"It’s alright. You’re just concerned about Sixth Master. To be honest, I don’t know what’s wrong with him either. This morning when I woke up, I found many red spots on his body."
Hearing this, Adolph Desmond strode into the bathroom to check on Adrian Desmond.
Sienna Johnson looked at the feathers scattered on the floor. A tiny feather floated up and brushed past her nose, making her sneeze again.
After a while, Adrian Desmond came out. The red spots on his face had multiplied, and he looked much worse. Sienna Johnson went up to him.
"How are you?" she asked with concern.
"Allergic!"
Knowing it was just an allergy and not an infectious disease, Adrian Desmond no longer refused Sienna Johnson’s touch.
The doctor explained, "Madam, don’t worry. Sixth Master is just having an allergic reaction."
His gaze fell on the feathers on the floor. "It’s likely an allergy to these feathers," he said. "Have the servants clean them up and disinfect the room. I’ve given Sixth Master an anti-allergy shot, so the red spots on his body should clear up quickly."
"Are you sure it’s an allergy?"
"Yes."
"But we sleep on feather pillows every day, and he’s never had an allergic reaction before, has he?" Sienna Johnson asked curiously.
"It might be because there wasn’t direct contact before," the doctor said cautiously. "Since we now know Sixth Master is allergic to feathers, it’s best to avoid using feather pillows in the future."
"So, Sixth Master won’t be able to wear down jackets either, then."
Abyanabad is in Southeast Agaia, which has a tropical rainforest climate. People here don’t wear down jackets; there’s no winter, let alone snow.
Adolph Desmond escorted the doctor out. Before they left, he called the servants and had them remove all feather-filled products from the bedroom. Not even Sienna Johnson’s collection of peacock feathers was spared.
Isn’t that a bit much?
However, Adolph Desmond was determined to eliminate anything that threatened Adrian Desmond’s safety, and no one could dissuade him.
...
Curly’s days in Abyanabad were quite delightful. She didn’t have to go to school and could play however she pleased every day. Plus, she had two new playmates, Connie and Dylan.
Both of them indulged her, listening to whatever Curly said.
For example, when they played house, she would be the mother, Connie the father, and Dylan would play the daughter. Dylan wouldn’t object either.
However, life often brings sorrow after great joy.
Then one day, George returned from his trip abroad. Hearing that Curly was also in Abyanabad, he didn’t even go home first and headed straight for Desmond Manor.
"Sixth Master, Mr. Hunter and his family are here," a servant came in and reported.
"Mm, let them in."
"Yes, sir."
Curly was sitting beside her father, nibbling on bread like a little mouse. She hadn’t yet connected ’Mr. Hunter’s family’ with George and asked, "Who is Mr. Hunter?"
Adrian Desmond fed his daughter a mouthful of meat congee, smiling as he said, "Little George’s father, surely you know him? Mr. Hunter is Little George’s father."
Curly’s expression changed drastically. "Then Little George is here too?"
"If I’m not mistaken," he continued, "Little George definitely came. And he’s here specifically for you."
Curly put down the bread, lifted the crimson tablecloth, and ducked under the table.
"Daddy, just tell him I’m not here! Tell him I went back to our home in Orienta!"
"Curly, Daddy, Mommy, Grandma, and Great-Grandma are all here. If I tell Little George you’ve gone back to Orienta, do you think he’ll believe it?" Adrian Desmond pointed out how full of holes his daughter’s lie was.
"Daddy, you’re so silly! You can’t even trick a little kid."
"Curly, I’m here!"
Under the table, Curly heard George arrive and clung tightly to her father’s leg. Adrian Desmond glanced at Sienna Johnson beside him; she was calmly eating her breakfast, showing no intention of helping.
This Little George, Adrian Desmond grumbled inwardly. He clearly knows Curly doesn’t like him, yet he pesters her constantly. Doesn’t he realize how irritating he is?
George’s voice arrived before he did. "...I just found out you came to Abyanabad! If I’d known you came earlier, I would have been back long ago! Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to Abyanabad?"
Curly was so dejected. She didn’t want to see him at all, so why would she have informed him? If George had returned a few days later, they would have already gone to the island, and then he wouldn’t have been able to see her.
Curly was filled with such regret. If she had known earlier, she would have urged her father to go to the island sooner. That way, she wouldn’t have had to see George.
George had grown taller. He was wearing a floral print shirt and denim shorts. Having just returned from a beach vacation, he was quite tanned.
"Father-in-law, what happened to your face?"
"Allergy!"
George greeted everyone distractedly, his eyes scanning each person at the breakfast table. When he didn’t find the person he was looking for, the joy vanished from his face. He frowned, his expression turning cold.
"Where’s Curly?"
Adrian Desmond braced himself and repeated his daughter’s words, "Oh, she went back to Orienta."
