StartNovelChapter 1327 "I happened to make a bit too much spaghetti-why don't you have slater? Just sit and relax, dinner's almost ready," Clayton called out as he disappeared back into the kitchen.
He didn't act anything like a billionaire CEO-honestly, he reminded Tarquin more of a sweet grandpa who spent his days baking cookies for his grandkids than skind of tycoon. There was no pretense, just warmth and kindness.
Tarquin felt a wave of comfort wash over him. He loved Elysia, and by extension, he cared deeply for her parents, Clayton and Pamela. The feeling was mutual; Clayton and Pamela loved him because he loved their daughter. It was the kind of genuine, wholehearted affection that made everything feel especially cozy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTarquin's own parents, Kendrick and Elizabeth Gonzalez, had passed away when he was young. It had been so long since he'd really felt the love of a mom or dad. Watching Clayton and Pamela now, his heart felt full in a way he hadn't experienced for years.
"Why are you two still up this late?" Elysia grinned, nudging her mother.
"We tried to sneak in after getting home," she laughed, "didn't want to wake Mom and Dad. But as soon as we walked into the living room, there was Dad-waiting right there on the couch." "Wait, he knew we were coming back tonight?" Tarquin asked.
Elysia shook her head. "Nope. He just said he had a feeling. Thought tonight was the night we'd show up." Clayton's voice rang out from the kitchen, "I had a hunch this afternoon, so I prepped everything already knew you'd be hungry when you got in! That's what you call a father's intuition, right? My daughter and I are just on the swavelength!" He chuckled, and Elysia's smile got even brighter, her whole face practically glowing with happiness.
Seeing her in such a good mood made Tarquin happy too.
He kissed Baby on the forehead and set her down. "Elysia, why don't you hang out with your mom and the kids? I'll go help Dad in the kitchen." He shrugged off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, heading for the kitchen, only to be promptly shooed out by Clayton.
"Absolutely not! You go relax! I've got this under control." "Dad, really, I'm not tired-" "Doesn't matter. Go put your feet up. Don't steal my thunder tonight I'm head chef." Clayton insisted.
Elysia cover, smiling. "You might as well give up. Dad wouldn't even letor Emmett help." Clayton waved at them. "Go on, all of you! Sit, relax, lethandle dinner." get Seeing there was no point arguing, Tarquin relented. "Alright, you stay with into the study Mom. I'll just pop to deal with something rear quick.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm☐ "Okay, go ahead. We'll call you when dinner's ready," Elysia replied.
Tarquin headed upstairs to the study, calling for Elliot and Elijah to join him. As soon as the door closed, he whispered, "I need a favor helphack into Benjamin Hospital's security system
"I'm on it," Elijah said immediately, not even asking questions ble slid into ve the chair and started typing furiously.
In no time, Elijah turned and grinned. "We're in!" Tarquin was impressed his son had really leveled up during their month in the mountains.
He leaned over the screen. "Pull up the sample room in Building A. Check the security footage." Elijah tapped away. "This one?" Tarquin nodded. "Yep, that's it."
He knew the place well-they'd stolen a virus sample from that very. Podm е before heading into the mountains. "Why are we watching this, Dad?" Elliot asked, curiosity piqued.
Tarquin narrowed his eyes, glancing at the clock. He was just about to answer when the security, footage flickered a shadowy figure slipped into the sample room, heading straight for the medicine cabat the back. 15.
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