You Are My One and Only

Chapter 113

After raising the question, he lowered his gaze to Isaac’s pants and smiled. “You’re finally going to do it, eh?” He asked upon thinking of the Dream Girl he gifted Isaac, “Or, did you finally get bored with your Dream Girl?”

Isaac instantly shot a cold stare at him. “Like I would need it.”

This led Isaac to recall the day where Patricia found the item and he was completely embarrassed to death. That was all Nikola’s fault.

Toasting with him, Nikola continued, “Ise, I’m just looking out for you. After all, a gun rusts if you don’t use it often. You should try it tonight. If it doesn’t work, or it lacks stamina, come find me. I can prescribe something for you that will surely impress her in bed next time.”

He then took a drag after finishing that statement, but he did not notice the man’s darkened expression. Thud! Before he knew, he was already shoved with a kick by Isaac.

“You’re the one with weak limbs!”

Oh, he’s mad.

Nikola laughed. “Haha, I’ll be waiting for your good news tomorrow!”

By then, Patricia had already sung two songs with Percy. Shockingly, she was a good singer as everybody clapped for her when they finished singing.

“You sing so well. Encore!”

“Encore!”

Yet, she only put down the microphone and poured a glass of alcohol for Percy.

“Let’s drink, Young Master Henderson.”

Her proactiveness had surprised Percy a little as it was them who wanted to make her drunk in the first place, so he did not expect that she would be so willing to drink.

The two of them even started to play with dice while Patricia drank a few glasses continuously. Feeling a bit sorry, he drank with her too.

Looks like he had drunk quite the amount even before we arrived. As she caught sight of his gaze starting to drift, she realized it was time. Finally, she closed in and smiled at him.

“Let me show you a few photos, Young Master Henderson.”

Patricia then showed him a couple of photos from when Poppy was still healthy. In the photos, she had very bright and big eyes. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Isn’t this sweetheart so pretty and cute?”

After all, with Darcie’s genes, the daughter she conceived could only be as pretty as she was.

Percy nodded. “Yup, she’s adorable. I would like to play with her.”

Smiling at this, Patricia knew that all men could not resist a cute little daughter.

Then, she showed him a few photos after Poppy fell sick to the point where she was skin and bones. Yet, her eyes only became brighter and bigger with her being bald now.

“Take a look at these now.”

He peered at the photos and commented, “This girl looks nice too, but isn’t she a bit too thin? Is she sick?”

A hint of joy flashed across her eyes as she nodded.

“They are both the same girl. Her name is Poppy. She’s currently staying at the hospital specializing in tumors. You can go visit her if you have time. She no longer goes to school as she only has a limited time left.”

Hearing the story had made Percy a little upset since he was a soldier whose responsibility was to protect the people. This was why they were always the frontliners when it came to any emergencies.

He frowned and asked in a pitiful tone, “Is it curable?”

After all, this adorable girl’s life was just starting.

Raising the glass, he drank from it in an attempt to suppress the awful feeling.

Seeing that it was almost time, Patricia finally asked, “Young Master Henderson, she’s the daughter of the woman you went to look for today. She needs your bone marrow, Young Master Henderson. You wouldn’t turn a blind eye to this, would you?”

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