When He Married My Savior in Secret (Freda Lane) novel Chapter 67

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I was startled, jolting awake, and for a moment, I thought I was still at the West residence and that Enzo had returned in the middle of the night and was banging on the door.

I quickly flipped off the bed, almost tripping in the process.

Rushing to the door, I saw Dad, and only then did I remember that we had already left the West residence and no longer needed to open the door for Enzo.

I rubbed my eyes, and by then. Dad had already opened the door.

Outside, a fuzzy head popped out.

At first, I was startled, but upon closer inspection, I recognized that it was Auntie Violet.

Auntie Violet cheerfully stepped inside, glancing at Dad, and exclaimed dramatically, “Hey, Arthur, nothing happened yesterday, right?”

Dad looked puzzled.

Auntie Violet spoke unreservedly: “Yesterday, when Sally found out that you bought a knife and went out, she thought you were up to no good. She got quite scared. Arthur, what were you doing with that knife yesterday?”

Before I could stop her, she spilled everything.

Dad’s face displayed obvious embarrassment, and his expression seemed unnatural.

“Auntie Violet, is there something you need?” I interrupted her.

Auntie Violet uttered a couple of “ohs.”

She was just here to watch the excitement.

“Nothing significant,” she said, looking around the small room. “Is Sally planning to stay here for a few days?”

“She’ll be staying for a while,” Dad answered on my behalf.

“For a while, huh?” Auntie Violet felt awkward.

Then she continued, “With your good luck and marrying such a wealthy husband, you probably can’t stand living in this small house, right?”

I remained silent, just looking at hér.

Auntie Violet pointed in the distance and said, “A new large hotel has opened in town, catering to wealthy tourists, and the facilities are top–notch. They even provide three meals a day. Sally, take your father there to stay for a while. Let him see the world.”

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“I’m an old man; what world is there for me to see?” Dad showed little interest.

I looked at Auntie Violet and had already figured out what she was up to.

Auntie Violet was afraid that her family wouldn’t have enough space to live, so she wanted to stay at the original

house.

Dad was kind–hearted and easy–going, not asking for any rent from her, so she wanted to take advantage of the situation and live in the cheap house forever.

Initially, I hadn’t planned to bring up this matter so soon, but since Auntie Violet had brought it up, I couldn’t pretend to be ignorant anymore.

So I smiled and said, “Auntie Violet, you can rest assured. No matter where we stay, we won’t be returning to the old house. You can live there comfortably.”

Auntie Violet smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum when I told her we wouldn’t move back.

“I knew it! Rich people are different!” she exclaimed.

I continued to smile. “Dad, does Auntie Violet pay the rent for our house monthly or yearly?”

“Huh?” Auntie Violet’s chrysanthemum face froze instantly.

“If it’s yearly, Dad can give them a discount, 20% off,” I said.

Auntie Violet’s expression became stiff, regretting her decision to come here.

She had originally come just to watch the excitement, gather some gossip, and get away with living in the house. But now we were asking her for rent.

She didn’t dare to stay any longer, making up an excuse and slipping away.

After breakfast, Dad took Iris to the backyard.

Under a shelter in the backyard, his tools were placed.

Dad sat in front of the old machine and started working.

The machine was quite old and made creaking sounds.

Iris found everything fascinating, touching and looking at everything, her eyes wide with curiosity. She asked Dad a few questions from time to time.

Dad answered each question patiently.

The grandfather and granddaughter had a harmonious atmosphere.

I walked over and, just like when I was a child, leaned against Dad, resting my head on his arm and feeling the rhythmic movement as he worked on the shoes.

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“Dan, you’ve worked hard your whole life. You don’t have to do this anymore.” I suggested.

Ever since I could remember, Dad had been sitting in front of this machine, working day and night.

Yeah, Grandpa, Mommy runs a big company. She can take care of both of us,” Iris chimed in quickly.

Although making shoes seemed fun, Iris couldn’t fail to feel sorry for Grandpa as she watched him use thick needles to sew through the shoe soles, looking very strenuous.

Dad lovingly touched Iris’s little face, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed as he smiled. “Our Iris is such a good child, always caring for Grandpa.”

Iris’s small face rubbed against Dad’s palm. She liked the feeling of her small face being enveloped by his big hand.

“But Grandpa has gotten used to it. If I don’t do it for a day, I feel uncomfortable all over,” Dad said.

The shoes he made were durable and affordable, so many people came to place orders.

I looked at my daughter’s adorable appearance, and my heart softened. It was about time to bring my daughter back.

When grandparents see their grandchildren happy, they become closer to each other.

Knowing that Dad was reluctant to give up his career, I didn’t insist and said, “You can continue, but don’t take too

many orders. If you feel tired, make sure to rest.”

“I know, I know.” Dad nodded like a child.

Both Iris and I burst into laughter.

“Dad, why don’t I help you buy a shop on the street and also get a house? This way, you won’t have to work in such a small place,” I suggested.

“No need, no need,” Dad shook his head repeatedly, “I moved here because I didn’t like big places. They feel too vast,

and I’m not comfortable in them.”

Although I married into the West family, I never neglected Dad and regularly sent him money through Fredrica.

Dad was capable of supporting himself with his skills and never accepted a single penny, returning it all each time.

Thinking about how I had grown up and how Dad had never asked anything of me, instead worrying about me, I felt guilty, and my eyes turned red.

“However, as I get older, my eyes and legs are not as good as before. I’m afraid I won’t be able to work for many more years. Dad sighed, a tinge of sorrow on his face. “Nowadays, young people don’t like these labor–intensive jobs. It seems like my craftsmanship might be lost.”

Dad used traditional shoemaking techniques, which were intricate and demanding.

“Mummy, why don’t we help Grandpa find an apprentice?” Iris suggested with her big eyes, raising her phone.

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I understood her meaning and thought it was a good idea.

I quickly took out my live streaming equipment and set it up in the yard.

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