My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 49

Jack was sly as a fox. He did not visit home just to chat idly and play chess with his father.

Knowing that his son came for a reason, Jonathan took advantage of him without qualms. However, as the game progressed, he saw himself regretting his attempts.

He was determined to win, but his efforts fell in vain. He didn't understand what was happening. His brain might have deteriorated immensely, or his son was just too smart!

Jonathan found it hard to keep up. His pieces collapsed one by one. At one point, he almost locked his pieces on a checkmate.

Quickly realizing his error, he retrieved the piece he just laid and moved it to another place on the board.

'If I didn't move the piece to another place, Jack would win the game with a few steps,' Jonathan thought. When he raised his head, he saw Jack holding a black piece and staring at him with a frown.

Caught red- handed, Jonathan explained in a calm voice, "I’m already old. My hand was trembling and dropped it in the wrong place."

He recently learned that his old age came with perks and used it as an excuse to gain an advantage. ■3

Jack placed the piece he was holding on the board casually. He figured his father was desperate to win the game.

The game status suddenly reversed. Jonathan, who was about to lose within two or three minutes, now had the upper hand in winning. It was obvious that Jack gave the game away.

If he competed earnestly now, maybe he would

win.

Jonathan didn't mind that Jack yielded. Instead, he felt happy. Smiling, he sighed, "Oh, you're a smart boy!"

Jack had no recourse, his pieces ultimately getting into trouble.

He ended the game by digging a hole for himself.

Predictably, Jonathan won in the end! Glad that he defeated Jack, Jonathan waved his hand and called for another bout. "Come! Let's play one more round!"

"Father, I'll find you a kindergarten challenger whom you can play with," Jack replied bluntly.

Surprised by his son’s retort, Jonathan became angry. "You’re looking down on me, aren’t you? Why don’t you give me a grandchild instead? That way, I would have someone to play with and not bother you!" he snapped.

Jack chose not to respond. He unhurriedly arranged the chess pieces to play another round.

Within ten seconds of the second game, Jack felt tortured. His father's skills were awful. 'What level is this?’ he thought. He remembered that his father used to be very good at this game.

The servant brought them tea and left quietly.

The old man took his cup and blew his tea as his eyes swept across the entire board.

Jonathan played the second round very seriously. He carefully considered every step to avoid the mistakes he made during the first round.

Jack didn’t give enough attention to the game. His mind was on something else.

Eventually, he asked, "Dad, are you serious about what you said last night?"

Jonathan exhaled, his lips twitching with amusement. He probed, "What did I say?"

"Me and Rachel," Jack replied briefly.

Jonathan ignored his question and only gave him a meaningful smile.

Jack sat motionlessly and waited patiently for his father to answer. He would find a way to divorce Rachel once his father agreed.

They would be completely free from each other without any restraints holding back, Jack thought.

On another note, Jack wondered why his father mentioned this matter all of a sudden. His father opposed it for so long before.

He became apprehensive. Maybe his father got a few tricks up his sleeves, or something serious happened.

Jonathan observed his son, lost in his ■3

thoughts. He did not expect him to be so calm. It seemed Jack had grown up.

Aside from his progress in playing chess, he also became more thoughtful and patient every year. Jonathan sighed thoughtfully.

"Francis is going to take actions against the Wen family in a few days," Jonathan began.

A trace of surprise glinted in Jack's eyes. "Has he taken over the Cheng family?" he asked, his brows furrowed.

Jonathan nodded. His finger hovered over the board, deciding his next move. The corner of his lips rose as he placed another piece down. "I wonder if the Vincent could save at least some of their peers."

Everyone knew that Francis’ target was the Wen family. It was time for payback. The family would be engulfed in a fierce storm over the next few days. In the end, the family would lose, its conclusion already forgone.