ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A MAD BILLIONAIRE
Chapter 99: MEETING THE FAMILY

Chapter 99: MEETING THE FAMILY

This Chapter is dedicated to Miz1_BeMo. Hey Miz1, thanks for the golden ticket love. (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)

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Osvaldo’s gaze darkened the moment he noticed Hughes at the door. He didn’t like being interrupted, especially not during moments he teased his Penguin.

"Hughes," he said coolly, voice low and clipped. "Did you knock?"

Hughes quickly bowed, still a bit flustered. "I... I’m sorry, Master. But there’s someone here to see you." She tried to explain but her words did nothing as he turned to look at her.

To Osvaldo, this maid was nothing but a speck of dust he needed to get rid of. But his little Penguin loved her too much and would say no e things about her.

By this time, Penny was already scrambling to her feet, her cheeks burning like fire. She didn’t dare look Osvaldo in the eye, not even at the housekeeper who stood by the door. Not after what she had seen.

Not after what Osvaldo said about lip-sucking weight loss. That had to be the craziest fitness routine in history. And now, someone else had seen them.

She never dreamt Hughes would catch them one day, but here they are.

Osvaldo stood up, his black sweatpants clinging to his long legs, his white towel wrapped around his neck dangled making him look like a chaotic dream. He stretched a little, running a hand through his messy hair as he wondered how to deal with this bug before him.

"Who is it?" he asked. The person better be of importance. It’s been a while since anyone has dared visit except Penny’s annoying little sister.

"Your grandfather," Hughes said softly.

Osvaldo froze. Then he shifted his gaze to her.

"Grandfather?" he repeated.

Hughes nodded. "Yes. He’s here and he had personally asked to see Miss Penny too." Hughes announced.

Penny peeked at Osvaldo and then at the housekeeper wondering what was happening. Osvaldo had a grandfather?

And here she thought he had no one. But why did he suddenly want to see her?

She felt a little anxious. Meeting family members was the last thing Penny wanted. Maybe because of her experiences with people. She’s never loved, it would only result in insults.

If only she had started her exercise way before now. Maybe she would have looked a little better.

"We’ll be there shortly, let him know," Osvaldo said calmly, shifting his attention to his Penguin now. And Hughes hurried out of the room, closing the door.

"Come Penguin, let’s greet my grandfather." He stretched her hands towards her, a smile hanging on his lips.

"Do you think it’s a good idea?" Penny asked biting her inner cheeks. No one liked her, no one had except him. She was not ready to meet his family yet.

"Why?" Osvaldo frowned slightly, as if already aware of what was in her mind.

"You’re beautiful Penelope. I’m so sure Grandpa would love you. It’s a miracle the old man is still alive." Osvaldo said as if reassuring her.

"But I’m all sweaty and dirty. I don’t think I want to see your grandfather in this outfit."

But does it matter?

It’s not like anything Osvaldo’s grandfather says would stand. She had already signed the contract and would be staying here for a year. They could all endure her for now because, after a year, she’d be out of here.

"There’s nothing wrong with your outfit Penguin," Osvaldo said and she nodded.

"You’re right. Let’s greet him." Penny smiled taking his hands as she rose to her feet again. She wiped imaginable dust from her body as they both stepped out of the room.

When they reached the lounge, they were greeted by Darlington Adkins who seemed to be on an important call.

He was on a call with his assistant because it seemed he had missed an important detail about his new granddaughter-in-law since he had been too excited.

Right now, he wanted to know everything about the girl and who she was.

"Sir, there isn’t much about her, except she’s the daughter is Maybelline Willard." His assistant began.

"She’s a Willard?" Darlington asked.

"No. She’s May’s bastard child. She’s unfortunately a product of rape sir. She’s uneducated and ugly. So basically she’s bad news." He said.

"But on the bright side, she’s only married to the young master for a year, and after he gets better, she’d leave." Darlington Adkins was silent for a while, then he asked.

"That couldn’t be the only thing. There should be more about her." He said.

"I’m afraid there’s none..." Darlington wasn’t done with the call when two people stepped in. A tall brooding young man and a chubby tiny girl behind him.

Staring at the girl hiding behind his grandson, he wondered if she was the one everyone called ugly.

She looked nothing like his assistant had described. What the hell is going on?

Osvaldo walked in calmly, holding his Penguin’s hands behind him.

Darlington placed his cell phone back in his pocket, his hands gripping his cane, silver hair glinting beneath the smooth lights.

"Osvaldo?" He called staring at his grandson. The older man’s eyes moistened as he looked at his grandson. Osvaldo reminded him so much of his late son, only that he was more taller with a more defined facial figures.

"Do you remember your name? Do you remember me, son? I’m your grandfather." He sniffled staring at his little boy.

"I’m sorry that it took me this long to come to you. I didn’t mean to neglect you." Darlington said calmly moving an inch closer to his grandson.

"You see I lost my eyesight after what happened and couldn’t see for years. How can a blind old man care for his grandson right?"

"You’re Darlington Adkins, my grandfather, old man," Osvaldo said and Darlington smiled.

"So you remember? And you can talk normally?" He rushed towards Osvaldo and gave him a tight hug.

Even if he was all big and buffy now, he would always be his little baby. His smart grandson.

"I see you haven’t changed at all. You sound just like Dewitt." Darlington Adkins laughed out staring at the young man before him.

"Is that supposed to make me feel proud or afraid?" Osvaldo asked.

Darlington shook his head, almost amused. "Neither. Just... human." He hugged his grandson again.

The old man who was always so harsh and cold, now looked so happy. His eyes held warmth after all these years.