Chapter 212 Taking Over The Business (Part One)

"Grandpa, I am a talented singer. Miss May praised me for having a wonderful voice!" Elissa cheerfully said. In Timothy's ward, she sat on the bed and again spoke up. "Grandpa, can I sing for you?"

"Okay," said Timothy with a smile. "Grandpa is listening. I'm sure that Elissa will sing well!" he added.

"Oh, yes, my dear Elissa," said Amy, who sat beside them with a loving look on her face. "Grandma wants to hear it too!"

"Hee hee! Then Elissa is going to sing you a song!" With a chuckle, Elissa stood up from the bed, raised the corners of her dress, and began to sing. "There is a group of Smurfs on the other side of the mountain and the sea..."

As Mary pushed William, who was sitting on the wheelchair towards Timothy's ward, they happened to witness such a lovely scene. William looked at her and the two smiled at each other.

It seemed that the two kids had a good time last night.

"Good morning!"

As soon as the two reached the door, the bodyguard standing by the door greeted them respectfully.

"Good morning," they answered.

"Open the door. Let's go in," William ordered.

"Yes, sir." The bodyguard lowered his body slightly and opened the door for them.

"Alick, Elissa." Sitting on a wheelchair, William called them with a smile.

"Dad!"

"Dad!"

When they

ng on the floor came closer.

A young woman wearing sunglasses pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hello, madam. Table for one?" A waiter came forward and asked.

"No, I'm looking for someone." The woman waved her hand and strode to the table by the windows on her high heels.

"Here you are."

It was a man who was waiting for her. It was Frank. He was looking out of the window and turned around when he heard her voice.

"What's up?" Andy took off her sunglasses and looked around with concern. "Isn't it dangerous for us to meet in public during the day?"

"It's fine." A shadow flashed in Frank's eyes. "I invested in this cafe. No one will gossip about me here. Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thanks." Andy shook her head. "You asked me to come here not because you wanted to buy me a cup of coffee, right?"

"Of course not." Frank took a sip of coffee with his slender fingers and said, "I have something to tell you."

"Could it be," Andy swallowed her saliva and lowered her voice unconsciously, "Could it be about the kidnapping?"

With a smile at the corners of his mouth, Frank answered, "Yes, it is."

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong? Have we been found?" Andy's questions poured one after another. It was obvious that she was flustered and nervous.