Chapter 790 - Grandpa (1/2)
Upon reaching home, Zack and Yuri were greeted with a yell the moment they stepped through the door.
”UNFILIAL KIDS!!”
Zack and Yuri's mouth twitched, trying hard to hold back their laughter as they saw their grandfather sitting in the living room, holding his cane and staring at them.
He was trying to look intimidating, but with his little pout, unkempt hair and skewered clothes … well, it didn't scream 'scary man' at all. It was obvious that he had fallen asleep on the sofa and had got up quickly upon hearing them come home.
But the twins played along.
He was, after all, the only relative they had left. Their father had long passed and their mother was not well, so only their slightly senile grandfather lived with them.
They immediately went on their knees and scooted over, their hands in front of them, clasped together on their palm, facing upwards and held close to their c.h.e.s.t. Zack had this 'please forgive me look' while Yuri just … er, just looked at him without expression.
The old man harumphed and looked to the side, only to see Zack's face. He turned to the other side, to see Yuri's face. He faced forward again, to see both of their faces.
”Stop that!!” he roared, banging the cane on the floor, the sound muffled by the carpet.
Then he whacked them on the head with it, scolding them, ”Where is she? Where? Where?! How come you haven't brought her home yet? Huh? Huh? What am I to you? A block of wood?!”
”Grandpa,” Yuri said calmly despite that cane hitting him on the shoulder and occasionally, the head, ”We haven't quite succeeded in wooing her yet.”
The whacks were not painful, and it was more of the old man venting his frustration.
The old man snorted, ”What's the problem? Just tie her up and bring her home.”
Zack replied, ”That may have worked with Grandma, but times have changed, Grandpa.”
”Change schamange,” the old man scoffed, ”It's not rocket science. You like her, you take her. Pamper her and she'll be yours. Knock her up to make sure she stays.”
”Grandpa!” Zack said in horror, ”Is that how Dad came about?!”
His grandfather looked at him in disdain, ”I am not useless like the both of you! I didn't have to do that to have her stay. Pffffft.”
”You and you!” he roared, ”Falling for the same woman is fine but not getting her until now? What is wrong with you? Why so wishy-washy? If the soft method doesn't work, go all out.”
”Grandpa …” Zack started but his grandfather cut him off.
”Enough! I want my great-grandkids on my knees by this time next year,” their Grandfather declared with a stern face, ”Go.”
The Dante twins got up, patted their grandfather on the shoulder and went to their rooms.
They decided not to say anything more, for that would only make their Grandfather stay up late to scold them. Their Grandfather needed his rest, as was evident by the way he was dressed and looking so tired.
As they reached their bedroom door, they turned around to look at their grandfather, who was glaring at them.
”Go!” he commanded and the twins sighed.
They gave a brief look at Chen, their grandfather's caregiver who was standing silently at a corner. Chen gave them a slight nod and they entered their bedroom, like naughty children being sent to their rooms for punishment.
Chen is a certified nurse, whom the twins had hired to be their grandfather's primary caregiver. He was the person responsible to keep their grandfather company and be in charge of his health.
In other words, Chen was their grandfather's companion, to make sure his daily needs were met and to keep them ab.r.e.a.s.t of any problems their grandfather may have.
The twins were often busy and could not be with their grandfather most of the time and they didn't want him in an old folk home, so this was the best solution for all.
At night, another nurse came to take over so that Chen would be the last person their grandfather saw before he slept and the first person he sees when he wakes up.
Once the twins went in, the old man gleefully took out his phone.
Chen came up silently beside him, and he showed him the picture on the phone.
”She's really beautiful, isn't she, Chen?” the old man said, his eyes sparkling.
”Of course she is, Anton,” Chen replied with a smile. Only Chen could call him by his name, which he would when they were alone.
”Of course she would be,” agreed Anton, smiling gleefully, ”The Dantes have impeccable taste.”
He swiped the various pictures he had of Beatrice, taken at different times and sometimes, with his grandsons.
”Their kids would be so cute and adorable, don't you think?” the old man continued, giggling as he imagined it.