The Dad In Good Luck Charlie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I rolled my eyes at the loud chuckle she gave and lay back on the bed. "Fuck you!" "How was your birthday? Though I'm not sure how enjoyable it could be when I'm not there." I let out a chuckle and smiled, "I did enjoy it pretty well. Adrian took me to an amusement park. "Your dad's best friend?" "Yes." "Damn, you guys must have fucked or something because there's no way he agreed to that without a bribe." I raised my middle finger to the screen and scowled. "We might have fucked once, but that's not the reason."

If you lose sight of your initial objectives, then I will withdraw the sponsorship at any time. Daryl nodded in understanding. However, I could catch a flash of disappointment in his eyes. I went silent for a bit. Then, I added, "However, you can still call me your dad in public if you need to." His eyes lit up with a bright smile at once. His smile stunned me. I found it so ironic that Tammy, my own daughter, didn't care about me as her dad, and yet, a stranger's kid was simply ecstatic to be allowed to call me his dad.

My dearest Aurora, If you're reading this, then I've already left. Please don't blame Alexander. This was my decision. This afternoon I was contacted by Marcus Hale. If I gave myself up to you you would leave me alone. I couldn't allow my mistakes to destroy your future. Please don't look for me. Live your life. And if you can... Forgive your father. I love you. —Dad Aurora was getting to the final line of the paper, which was all smeared with tears. "No..." Her voice broke. "No..."

“What?” Lucas nodded toward the doorway. A young man stepped inside, looking a little too serious for his age. His hair was dark and neatly trimmed, and he wore a crisp button-down shirt that screamed he’d been coached before arriving. “This is Charlie,” Lucas said. Sky stared at him, fork frozen halfway to her mouth. “Who?” “Charlie,” Lucas said matter-of-factly. “Charlie is John’s grandson. You remember John…he worked with Dad for years. And then…well…we lost him tragically. Well, Charlie will be working for us now.”

Bex laughs, and I nod. "Who is he?" Alaric looks at her. "Max's father is friends with the Dean, makes considerable donations, and has done so for a few years." Bex explains. "Four years ago, his older son was there. He was just as bad as Max, but nothing got done. He got warnings, verbal, not recorded so it appeared like he had a perfect record. People know, so no one even wastes time reporting Max and his behaviour." "His last name, please, Bex?" Alaric looks at her.

"That was amazing!" Mom grinned at us, before pulling me into a tight hug. Even from here, cheers and claps can still be heard coming from the convention. "I must admit, Charlie's acting skills suck, but the movie was still exquisite!" Chloe, Charlie's mother, smiled at us. "Mom, I'm gonna have an Oscar one day." I heard Charlie fuming behind me. "Vanchel! Vanchel!" I pulled away from my mom and turn around, seeing my dad with a younger guy at his tail.

"No matter what she does, she's always putting on an act in your eyes, huh?" Elena's expression shifted too, and she immediately chimed in to play the peacemaker. "Calm down, Zoey. You're emotional right now, so you might be exaggerating. If your father's ex-wife is genuinely having a hard time, I'm more than happy to help out financially. There's no need to kick up such a huge fuss." I didn't spare her so much as a glance. At this point, she was still implying that Mom was still alive and that she was just using this opportunity to cling to Ian.

Only Uncle Ray’s family and a small group of relatives attended. Dad wore black and sat at the front while he held my photograph in both hands. In the picture, I was ten years old and grinning with my eyes crinkled as I clutched a lollipop. It had been taken the year before Mom died, at a park Dad had brought me to. It was the happiest photo ever taken of me. He stared at it while tears ran down his face and murmured under his breath. “Kellen, Dad’s taking you home. No one will ever laugh at you again. No one will ever hurt you again.”

George stepped forward, but my father grabbed his pant leg before he could speak. "Captain Zachary, this is fake. This isn't my daughter, right?" A glimmer of hope appeared in my father's eyes, making him look like a father worried for his daughter. However, George kicked my father aside, took out a pair of handcuffs behind him, and cuffed my father. "Mr. Xavier, your former butler reported you to the police for murder and hiding a body. We have surveillance footage as evidence," George explained and shook his phone. "Unfortunately, this is your daughter."