Just Giving Birth

Chapter 33 HSM

Jackson Thomson squeezed his phone very upset. He threw the flat object on the sofa in the family room at the Mansion because he had not yet managed to contact the girl named Pretty Stewart.

"Where are you the chatty girl?!" the man was pacing around in the Mansion without realizing that he was being noticed by an old man named David Timothy.

"Jack? is there a problem?" the old man asked curiously. He had never really seen his grandson's personal assistant act that way. He is usually very good at keeping his emotions.

"Ah no Sir. No problem." replied the man quickly. But David Timothy's old eyes couldn't believe what the man was saying.

"I've never seen you like this Jack. If there's anything you want to say. You can share with me."

"It's not a big thing, sir. I'm just looking for that chatty girl."

"Huh? chatty girl?" david Timothy's forehead. He was a little confused by what the young man was talking about.

Jackson Thomson immediately smiled clumsyly and then rectified his words.

"I mean Miss Stewart, sir. He had not been at this Mansion since then to carry out his duties."

"Oh, miss Stewart, Hem?" David Timothy smiled as he looked at Jackson Thomson's face.

"It looks like the girl is enjoying her weekend somewhere Jack. Maybe you're dating someone out there. So you don't have to look for it." David Timothy said with eyes watching the young man's reaction. Jackson Thomson involuntarily tightened his jaw a few seconds later back flat-faced.

"Ah yes Sir. I forgot it was the weekend. Everyone deserves to enjoy this weekend. And I want to enjoy it too."

"You're absolutely right, Jack. Go on a date with the girl out there. And think about getting married. You see how Bradley looks after finding a woman who's been a match for him? until noon like this he was still at home living in his room, hehehe." cheered David Timothy while patting the shoulder of his trusted assistant.

"Yes Sir. I was also thinking of finding a suitable date." replied the man smiling. And somehow Pretty Stewart's shadow seems to not want to go from her head to her chest pounding.

"Yes, do it Jack. As long as you are young."

"Good Sir. Well, if there's anything you need tell me. Before I met my date."

"No Jack. You can leave now. Right now I just want to play around with Andrew. It has grown so well and made me happy."

"Alright Sir. Then excuse me." said the man then left David Timothy who was smiling faintly. The old man knew that Jackson Thomson's head must be thinking about the cheerful girl named Pretty Stewart.

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"Ah that must be Jackson's phone. Just this time the kid was so rash like this." said David Timothy ringing the phone from the direction of the Sofa in the room.

"Hah, turned off" said the old man while staring at the phone screen that showed a call from a contact named Miss Talkative (Missful Miss).

"It turns out they're both looking for each other. You young man!" David Timothy shook his head while chuckling. He also put his trusted assistant's phone into the pocket of the pants he was wearing.

"Jack will definitely be back looking for this phone." The man walked into Bradley Timothy's private room. With a personal servant he wanted to pick up his great-grandson to play that afternoon.

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Oh my God. Why hasn't Mr Thompson come yet? pretty Stewart said in her heart with a very worried feeling.

The girl squeezed her fingers as she had started to feel fear for the fate of her life today. Steven Brown did not let him out of the room.

"Steve, let me go home. I have a job I have to finish with someone."

"Shut up, sweetheart. Don't try to lie to me. I know you're working with that bankrupt model named Cassandra."

"Get out of that job. What such a poor model could provide. There's nothing!"

"No Steve. I no longer work there. I now have a family so please let me go."

"What family do you mean?, don't ever say that. I'm your only family. And we'll get married and live together old."

"Oh no. I can't trust you anymore, Steve. You often lie to me. And I don't want that. So please find another woman."

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Steven Brown hit the table in front of him hard to make the girl terjankan surprise. The man looked at Pretty Stewart with a stern look.

Pretty Stewart shook her head in disbelief.

"No. Please let me go Steve I don't want to marry you!" Pretty Stewart finally bent her knees in front of the man. He begged to be released.

"Aaawww, let me go!" suddenly the girl screamed loudly because her hair was pulled hard by Steven Brown so he felt like he wanted to be released from the skin of his head.

"I told you I wouldn't let you go Pretty, my dear. Only you can understand me. All those women just want my money. They all left me!" the man then gripped the girl's face hard to the point of making her grimace in pain.

"You hurt me Steve!" the girl is hissing in pain. Tears suddenly came out of her eyelids.

"I'm sorry, my dear, I won't do it again." the man let go of his grip on the girl's heart. He then stepped towards his desk and grabbed a bottle of wine from inside his drawer.

Steven Brown downed the drink to relieve his emotions that had been ignited by the rejection of his lover.

"We'll be leaving this place pretty soon. The house on the edge of the lake that you wanted so much is done, my dear. We'll stay there and enjoy our old days." Pretty Stewart didn't answer.

His chest down and up held back the emotions in his heart. The tears that kept creeking on his cheeks showed how much he hated the man who was looking at him.

He really didn't want to go with that liar and very rude guy. He used to love her but when the betrayal was committed before his eyes, he promised not to take back the man.

But unfortunately the man always came back with all the persuasion especially to his mother who was very matre.

Mr Thomson where are you? plis help me.

whispered with a clear liquid that kept dripping from his eyelids.

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"Oh, Shi*t!" Jackson Thomson hit the driver of his car with a feeling of annoyance. He turned his wheel back towards the Mansion which he had left behind tens of kilometers.

The man only realized that he had forgotten his phone in Mr. Timothy's Mansion. Life without a cell phone is like eating bread without butter, too bland. Because almost all the work he would do was in accordance with the instructions and orders of Timothy's family through the flat object.

Arriving at the Mansion, he then looked for the object in the family room but he could not find it.

"Mr Timothy must know where my phone is" he said as he stepped into the lounging grounds that the old man used to go to.

"Sir."

"Jack? you back? is the date off heh?"

"No Sir. I haven't dated."

"Oh yeah, you forgot your phone and the chatty girl called you constantly. Take it." David Timothy smiled then handed the communication device to the owner.

"Thank you very much, sir. Excuse me." said the man with a thumping heart. Pretty Stewart called after saying she didn't want to be disturbed.

Watch out for you little girl, I'll make sure to give you punishment!

Jackson Thomson smiled then opened his phone screen.

Hey he sent the word Help. What does this mean.

He quickly dialed back the number but it was not connected. Suddenly a sense of worry reached his heart. He tracked the girl's whereabouts via GPS.

With quick steps like running, he headed for his car and drove it quickly.

What happened to you, chatty girl?

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*Connected.

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