The Adorable Twin’s Sticky Daddy novel Chapter 259

Charles stood up and poured himself a glass of wine. The liquid glided into the smooth vessel, settling into a thick, dark red pool. He brought the glass to his lips and took a slow sip. "I don't know who it belongs to. It was from Nancy. I asked her, but she didn't tell me anything. She's so adamant in keeping it from me, but I have a feeling it has something to do with the hospital. As a shareholder, I have to get to the bottom of things."

"Mr. Fu, why don't you just leave it to Hobart?" Hiram suggested. Then he added, "If he can't handle it, you could always step in."

Charles considered this for a moment and saw sense in what he said. "You are right."

Then, his eyes went to the notebook in Hiram's hand. "What about this?" he asked.

"I'll make a copy and give it to Hobart. It would be best if you return it to Nancy as soon as possible. I'm sure she has her reasons for not telling you." Hiram treaded on his words cautiously.

"If that's the case, then get on with it," Charles said.

"Yes, sir."

With that, Hiram quickly made a copy of the notebook and handed it back to Charles.

Hiram was right. The sooner Charles returned the notebook, the better. He absolutely didn't want Nancy to find out that he had taken it, so he got off work early in the afternoon and went to the kindergarten to take the children home.

Meanwhile, Nancy only had a minor operation scheduled in the afternoon. It was one of those rare days when she would be able to got off work on time.

On her way back, it suddenly hit her that she had left the notebook that Erin gave her at home.

Her nerves started fill with an anxious edge. She hoped that Charles wouldn't find it.

That notebook was the only thing on Nancy's mind the whole drive back, and as soon as she arrived home, she ran into the bedroom in with frantic steps.

It was there-right where she left it on the cabinet

At the sight of it, she let out a breath. Its contents were safe. Nancy hid the notebook, mulling over things. It was a complicated. She needed to think about it some more before telling Charles.

Hobart turned furious when he received the message from Hiram.

He printed a copy, grabbed his clothes and was about to head straight to the hospital.

His angry steps were halted with a knock on the door.

Quickly, he strode towards it and flung it open. David was standing outside.

Hobart was surprised, but he greeted him politely, "Mr. Wang, to what so I owe this pleasure? Come on in."

David was a distinguished figure within the business circle. He did not mingle with just anyone.

"President Hobart. Thank you for taking care of Anna in the hospital," David said as he sat down on the sofa.

Hobart hurriedly asked his wife to prepare tea for their esteemed guest. "You're welcome, Mr. Wang. What brings you here today? Is there anything I can I do for you?"

A person of his standing would not be paying someone like him a visit unless they had a very specific purpose.

"Anna has always been following Jessie. Jessie is getting on in years, and she has become a little irritable, and her language is quite harsh as well. Anna thinks that the years she had spent studying abroad meant that her own professional ability is similar to that of Jessie, so I am here now..." David paused thoughtfully for a while and continued, "As you may know, my wife passed away early. It was not easy for me to raise Anna and play the role of both father and mother to her all these years. It may be because of my own shortcoming as her parent, but my daughter has grown to be quite proud. Despite this, I believe that her capability measures up to standard. What do you think, President Hobart?"

Hobart was not stupid. He didn't need to think hard to understand the real meaning behind David's words. The thought of his daughter being only an ordinary doctor did not please him.

Among the shareholders, Charles had the most influence. Apart from him, there were only a few minor investors, David being one of them.

In the grand scheme of things, Hobart was merely a trivial figure. The final decisions were always at the hands of the shareholders, especially Charles.

"Mr. Wang, what do you mean?" He asked tentatively, "Are you proposing that Anna be the vice director?"