The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 144

Avery lifted her head, only to see Dylan.

“How's Grandpa?” Dylan didn't interrupt Avery's interaction with Zachary. Instead, he walked over to the head of the hospital bed.

No one answered his question.

Zachary instinctively went on high alert. Hugging Avery's thigh, he raised his head and said voicelessly, “Don't be afraid, Ms. Ery.” Daddy will be back soon.

Dylan sat down in front of the bed. As he gazed at the scabbed wounds on Blake's face, he couldn't help the resentment bubbling within him.

How could they hurt him so badly? But then, if he weren't wounded so severely, I couldn't have forced Avery to yield.

As he mulled it over, an internal struggle started brewing within him. Is it a mistake to use underhanded means to get my way, or is that simply human nature? If I'm not cruel enough, I'll lose a lot of things.

Just then, Blake woke up.

“You're here, Dylan?” he inquired weakly.

“Grandpa.” Going over, Avery anxiously placed a pillow behind her grandfather's head.

“I'm sorry, Grandpa. You wouldn't have been kidnapped if it weren't for my negligence,” Dylan

murmured.

He had sent Blake to the hospital personally and had long since concocted an explanation for the man. What was more, it also matched the kidnappers' words.

In the empty factory, the kidnappers had cursed Blake, snarling, “So, you're Dylan Musk's grandfather, huh? D*mn it! Your grandson reported our boss for forcing himself on some girl! What a busybody! I'm going to finish you off today so that your grandson can mourn you!”

Dylan saw that video, and that was why he had such a flawless justification.

“It wasn't your fault,” Blake replied.

He was referring to Dylan's righteous act of having the police arrest the monster who violated someone. Nonetheless, he didn't spell it out since his granddaughter and a five-year-old child were in the room.

Dylan stayed for about ten minutes before he took his leave.

Blake called out to his granddaughter, who was standing by the window with her back to them and her expression hidden. “See Dylan out, Ery.”

Since Avery had something to say to Dylan, she agreed to his request.

Zachary then slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the hospital bed. “My great-grandpa came to visit you just now, but you were asleep, so my daddy drove him back.”

“Your great-grandpa was here?” Blake was stunned for a moment.

Zachary blinked his huge eyes that resembled Avery's closely. “Great-grandpa said he'll bring a chess set tomorrow and play a few rounds with you!”

When Dylan arrived in front of the elevator, he saw Avery whirling around.

His dissatisfied voice rang out behind her. “This is your so-called seeing me out?”

Avery only came out because she initially wanted to discuss things with him, but on second thought, she felt that there was no point doing so with a despicable and shameless man like him. Furthermore, it wouldn't work anyway. It would only end in disappointment.

Ignoring him, she headed back to the hospital room.

While walking, her phone vibrated.

Taking it out for a look, she saw that it was a notification of a voice message. However, it was from an unknown number.

She played it and brought her phone to her ear.

Dylan's voice drifted out from the voice message. “Did you have something to say to me when you saw me out?”

Hearing his voice, Avery eyed her phone with a frown. When did he get my number? Could it be that he

obtained it when I passed out that day?

Alas, all traces of tampering had been removed.

In the second voice message, Dylan said, “It was wise of you to not say anything to me. I don't think you had anything to say that would be to my liking. Perhaps you would've proposed an unreasonable request such as divorce. Fortunately, you didn't voice it. Otherwise, I don't know what crazy thing I might have done in the hospital.”

And in the third voice message, he commented, “When I came out, I told my parents that I'm going to pick my wife up and fetch her home. Now that I'm going home alone, your parents-in-law might think that you're lacking in sensibility...”

“Why isn't Cayden here to pick Zach up yet?” Blake asked his granddaughter, who was standing at the door blankly.

It wasn't until Avery heard her grandfather's question that she snapped back to her senses. She then blocked Dylan's number.

“P-Perhaps he's caught in traffic,” she stammered.

She wanted to lay her cards on the table with Blake and tell him that it was impossible between her and Cayden, so he shouldn't mistakenly regard the latter as his future grandson-in-law anymore.

Unfortunately, the ability of an elderly person to withstand such a blow paled in comparison to young people.

Pulling the covers over the man, she lowered her eyes and remarked, “Grandpa, I think there's a huge gap between Cayden and me. Don't you think so?”

Blake lifted his eyes and studied his granddaughter.

Avery looked at him before glancing at Zachary as she didn't want the latter to hear it, but he was still young, so she couldn't ask him to step out. Oh well, never mind.

“There is a gap, and we've got to admit that, but you're not with him for his money. Instead, it's for love. Is that not so?” Blake mollified, allaying her sense of inferiority.

“I... don't want to be with him anymore. It's really, really tiring.” Avery knew that she could only reason along those lines.

Blake was stumped, not quite certain what had happened.

However, he could see the distinct tears shimmering in her eyes.

The five-year-old Zachary perceived Avery's meaning, and he pouted. “My father is actually quite good.”

Lifting her head, Avery gazed at him. At the thought that she would never see Cayden, Zachary, and Rory again after making things clear to her grandfather, a sense of indescribable sorrow flooded her.

Zachary felt insecure suddenly, so he praised his father to the skies. “He's good at making money. Besides, he's tall and handsome, with good genes. He is a little hot-tempered, but Great-grandpa said it's because he's too tired. He only gets mad when someone dumb drags him down and wastes his

time. Oh yes, he doesn't know how to do laundry or cook, but he can learn all that!”

“Other than that, your father doesn't have other strengths.” That remark from Avery was pure nonsense, meant to stop him from rambling further.

Zachary grew as anxious as a cat on hot bricks and racked his brain for his father's strengths.

“We're just not meant for each other.”

Scooping Zachary up, Avery hugged him. I'm about to be free of it all, but why does my heart feel like it has sunk to the depths of despair?

Enveloped within her embrace, Zachary hadn't even the time to grieve when he caught sight of his father, who had pushed open the door at some time and was standing by the door. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Daddy?”

“Get down and wear your shoes. It's time to go home.” Cayden carried Zachary off the bed and had him wear his shoes himself.

Zachary found a shoe, but the other one was kicked away eons ago.

Wearing one shoe, he walked around in search of the other one.

Avery was packing Zachary's bag, putting his pencil box in. Unexpectedly, Cayden walked over and stretched out a hand, taking his son's bag away and zipping it. “One must have strengths to bed you?” he murmured evenly.

At once, Avery glanced back over her shoulder at Blake on the hospital bed to ascertain that her grandfather didn't hear it. She felt so mortified that her face flushed bright red.

The man's insult had her seeing red. “That's right! But you don't have any!” As far as she knew, all he knew was to make money unfeelingly, and he had no other strengths besides that.

Of course, to the whole world, the ability to make money was probably better than a thousand strengths of other men.

After saying that, she spun on her heel.

Alas, the man grabbed her wrist.

As she turned back, his candid remark had her face flushing bright red. “Have you not sampled the particularly strong part of me?”