Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 2047

Callum froze.

He was so flustered that he dared not meet Nathaniel's gaze.

Nathaniel could tell from the look on Callum's face that he was feeling guilty.

"What did I tell you this morning before we left? You were supposed to work on the second half of Turkish March with your teacher this afternoon. Instead, you ignored my words and played all day?"

"Daddy, I…"

"We'll settle this later. Finish your dinner, then come to my study. I'll give you some time to come up with excuses," Nathaniel interrupted sternly.

Callum hated going to Nathaniel's study because he was always scolded and punished there.

Just like that, his good mood was ruined entirely.

Mildred noticed Callum's worry and intervened.

"Nate, I gave Callum the afternoon off from piano practice. Adora rarely comes over, and letting them play won't have a major impact."

Nathaniel looked at her gravely. "Grandma, you're spoiling him. This will only make him lazy."

"It's normal for children his age to be playful. Unless Callum is genuinely interested in learning and willing to practice, it's better to let him enjoy himself. He's still just a child."

"If he continues to be overly focused on play and not on his studies, he'll only become more addicted to pleasure and less driven. Grandma, this isn't helping him. It's enabling him."

Nathaniel's arguments were well-reasoned, and Mildred found it hard to counter.

Hence, she changed her approach and said, "I'm his great-grandmother. Do you actually think I'll do anything that will ruin him? As an elder, I believe I should have some say, too."

Nathaniel fell silent.

Finally regaining some momentum, Mildred continued, "Besides, it's not as serious as you're making it out to be. Missing one afternoon of piano practice isn't a huge issue. Don't be so dramatic."

Despite the disagreement, Nathaniel recognized her position.

He offered a compromise. "Callum, I'll let this slide today. But remember, there can't be another slip-up. Scheduled lessons are a must. If you don't attend them, I'll consider it as skipping classes. You know the consequences, right?"

Callum hurriedly waved his little hands and shook his head.

"I won't do it again, Daddy. I promise I'll be good and go to my classes."

The shrimp was tender and flavorful, and Callum eagerly asked for more.

Nathaniel took a sip of his soup, set the spoon down, and continued peeling shrimp for Callum.

Mildred observed from the side and said, "Nate, you've been working all day and barely had any food yourself. Why don't you eat while I peel the shrimp for Callum?"

"I'm fine, Grandma. Don't worry about me," Nathaniel insisted as he continued to peel shrimp.

He needed to take note of how many shrimps Callum ate.

The plate in front of Nathaniel was piled with shrimp shells, while Callum ate happily, his face smeared with sauce.

After peeling the seventh shrimp, Nathaniel stopped and signaled for the servant to remove the remaining half plate of shrimp from the table.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Callum was puzzled. "Daddy, I still want more!"

Nathaniel wiped his hands with a napkin and replied, "You have a sensitive stomach, so you can't eat too many of them."