My Life with the CEO

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Andrew went inside the house without excuse. He saw Caroline's body being put in an ambulance. There was also only one foreman and a half-old servant.

Seeing Andrew coming with three gallant men behind him, Lena and the foreman retreated backwards.

"A..you're the.who?" asked Lena in a stammer.

She worries that Andrew is one of Caroline's relatives and will sue her. Although Lena is innocent, but always lives under the support of women who like to threaten, making her often scared.

"I'm Conrad's father. Where's she?" ask Andrew directly.

"Ah.. inside." Caroline with relief.

Andrew went straight into the house. Passing through the living room and stairs that still have blood stains. Andrew felt sad if his son had to see something like this. An event he feared would unfold in Conrad's childhood.

"Here you are, sir" said Lena showing the kitchen.

Not yet had Andrew entered the kitchen, Conrad had already run to meet him. Conrad jumped in Andrew's arms and held his father's chest.

"Dadddyyyy.. hikkks. Hua.l..."

The boy was crying. She spilled all her fear in Andrew's arms. Conrad was delighted to meet Andrew. Although he did not know, how could the man find himself so quickly.

"Calm down. Daddy's here. We're leaving this house, yeah." Said Andrew while rubbing Conrad's hair that was still sobbing.

In front of him Andrew who was hugging Conrad, saw a small boy who looked shabby and was hugging his shabby doll. The little girl stood up hugging the servant's leg.

The girl looked at Andrew with a hopeful look. Tears slowly drip there. As Andrew looked at himself, he drowned his little face in the long skirt the waiter wore beside him.

Andrew thought that the little girl was the son of the servant. He simply smiled and nodded at the two of them, while his dashing hands still hugged Conrad lovingly.

"Let's get Conrad out of here." Andrew held Conrad's body and wiped away the boy's tears. Then he nodded his head at Lena and the little girl. Andrew took Conrad away.

They stepped together towards the exit of the house. Conrad clasped his father's hand, worried that it might come off again. For a moment he forgot about Francesca.

At the door of the house, Conrad turned his head back and he saw Francesca and Lena walking after them. Francesca looked at Conrad expectantly. Conrad recalled the little girl saying, "I want to have a mommy like your mommy."

Conrad stopped his steps and looked at Andrew.

"Daddy, can I ask you something?" Ask expectantly.

"Say son" replied Andrew affectionately.

Conrad looked at Francesca again.

"Can daddy take Frabcesca with us?" ask her by pleading.

Andrew looked at Conrad and Francesca alternately. He doesn't understand.

"He's my brother, dad. He's Caroline's son." Conrad said without adding the word mommy in drpan name Caroline.

Andrew looked at the little girl in surprise. He thought that the slum girl was the servant's son. She did not expect Caroline's glamorous appearance to be so inversely proportional to her son.

"He's Caroline's son?" Ask Andrew to make sure.

"But does he want to come with us?" ask Andrew again.

Conrad smile. He immediately approached Francesca.

"You want to go with me. He's my daddy. Do you want to take you with my mommy?" ask Conrad happily.

Francesca smiled, her eyes radiating fear and sadness, this time expectantly. Francesca looked at Lena, asking for permission.

Lena who understood the meaning of Francesca's gaze, she nodded. She realized, this girl would not be happy if she continued to be by Caroline's side. If Caroline dies, Lena feels that she will not be able to provide the same happiness, especially at home with Caroline's shadow.

"Sir, can you take care of him? This child has suffered a lot. I just hope, if he finds happiness in a new place." Lena pleaded.

Andrew nodded. Conrad happily pulled Francesca by the hand and they got into the car.

"I'll take him tonight with me. And let's see what I can do further for her." Andrew told Lena.

"I wish she could escape the shadow of Miss Caroline, sir." Lena said with tears.

Andrew nodded. He left Caroline's residence with the King. While both of her bodyguards remain at Caroline's house.

Along the way in the car, there was only silence. Conrad who was sitting in the middle leaned on his father's shoulder. While Francesca with her shabby doll, occasionally glanced at their arag.

Frances only had a faint memory of her biological father. The man died when he was only three years old. Francesca only remembers Manuel the father from the photo given by Lena. He didn't even know if his father was a good or a bad man.

Arriving at the hotel. Andrew invites them to enter the Penthouse room. And Andrew had already asked the receptionist to provide a nightgown and a change of clothes for Francesca.

Although the boutique at the hotel was closed, with Andrew's status as a Penthouse resident, they quickly worked on it.

In the penthousem room Andrew provided warm water for his two children to bathe. With the help of the King, Francesca was able to familiarize herself with the facilities there.

After bathing and drinking warm milk. Francesca got on the bed. He could not stop rubbing his hands over the bed sheet and also squeezing pillows. This was the first time he felt all this. A hakus bed sheet without a patch and a cushioned pillow should also be.

The king looked at him in wonder. But he didn't ask. With a kiss on Francesca's forehead, the King said good night. Francesca did not answer just looking at the King with friendship.

Outside the room, Andrew was sitting in the living room waiting for the King.

"Hows it? Is the kid asleep?" Ask the King.

"It's Mr. Andrew. I feel sorry to see her. He seemed first to feel new clothes, smooth bed linen and comfortable bedding" the king said with concern.

Andrew nodded. He could see imagining the words of the King.

"Then, what do you plan to do with the boy, sir? We can't just take him to Miami."

"I understand. Therefore, we will stay a few days in this place. You go to see Caroline. Take the nanny with you. Let's look at the situation, how can we help the boy." Andrew's orders to the King.

"All right, sir." said the king.

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