Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 48

The black Spyker drove into the Fudd family’s mansion. Before Heaton Fudd got out of the car, he noticed Little Jelly Bean who was feeding the mosquitoes sitting at the long hallway through his windshield not far from here.

The little rascal was sitting on a marble stool. She seemed depressed as her mouth was pouting. She seemed like she was sitting there waiting for someone.

After Heaton Fudd got out of the car, he paced quickly to the hallway. He frowned and asked in a compassionate tone, “Why are you sitting here, Jelly Bean? Are you not afraid of getting bitten by mosquitoes?”

“Daddy.” The little rascal looked up with her little face and called out to Heaton Fudd with a soft and gentle voice. However, she had no intention of entering the house.

Heaton Fudd held his temper back and carried her up from the marble stool. He sat with her in the hallway. There was a shred of fatigue and compassion from the tone of his voice, “Fought with brother?”

The little rascal shook her head while her long lashes were curled like a small shadow formed beneath her eyes. She looked up with her tiny face toward Heaton Fudd and said, “I didn’t fight with brother, I’m waiting for daddy and Monty to come home.”

Waiting for him and Verian Mont?

The man frowned and said, “Monty left?”

“Yeah, she left not long after you did. She was dragging along her luggage as well. Monty said she wanted to return to her home for a few days but I feel that Monty doesn’t wanna be with daddy anymore. Daddy, can you bring Monty back?”

Little Jelly Bean was depressed as she thought. She did not know where the Mont family home was, if she did, she would have long since looked for her.

Heaton Fudd’s expression dimmed. There was an unreadable expression from the bottom of his eyes.

That woman actually had the audacity to leave the Fudd family home?

Was she not taking his word to heart?

“Daddy? Have you heard what Jelly Bean was saying?”

The little rascal grabbed onto Heaton Fudd’s hand with her pale white hands and shook it around.

It was only then did Heaton Fudd snap out of his trance. When he glanced down to his daughter, his eyes seemed submissive and compassionate, “Alright, daddy will bring Monty back tomorrow night.”

Little Jelly Bean immediately beamed up delightfully. She burrowed into Heaton Fudd’s embrace while hugging his neck with her tiny hands as she chuckled gleefully. She said, “I can see Monty tomorrow!”

Heaton Fudd noticed the little rascal’s chubby arms and legs had been stung swollen by mosquitoes. His heart was slightly wrenching and carried his child indoors, “Grandpa isn’t home, how is no one concerned about you and allowed you to sit in the courtyard to be stung by mosquitoes alone?”

The man’s tone had hints of frustration. It was unsure who he was blaming.

Nancy Xander who brought some water for Zaynie and had just come down from the second floor overheard Heaton Fudd’s statement. While clutching the cup in her hands and looking toward the father and daughter duo, she explained in a soft tone, “I had told Little Jelly Bean to come back indoors earlier, but Jelly Bean…”

Heaton Fudd replied with a deep and cold tone, “You can’t advise her, but you certainly can help spray some insect repellent for her.”

Nancy Xander was stunned since this was the first time Heaton Fudd was bitter about Little Jelly Bean toward her. She felt slightly humiliated and said, “Heaton, Jelly Bean only had a couple of mosquito bites, is that really necessary for you to get this mad at me?”

Besides, even Little Jelly Bean’s own birth mother could not be bothered to care about her and she was nothing more than Little Jelly Bean’s aunt. Not only did he not blame Verian Mont, he actually blamed her?