Married the Sick Uncle – Just Waiting to Inherit His Fortune

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Why Help Me?

Seeing how mysterious he was acting, Anne Sutton went inside.

Sean Sutton, feeling uneasy, greeted Mrs. Sutton and saw Anne Sutton walk in.

Anne Sutton said, "That was Ethan Linden, Nathan Fawcett’s brother. He said he has something to discuss with you."

Sean Sutton glanced at Anne Sutton in disbelief. ’Nathan Fawcett’s brother?’

’No way!’

’He looks just like Nathan Fawcett!’

Suspicious, Sean Sutton walked out the door and saw Nathan Fawcett waiting for him.

His guilty conscience made him extremely nervous.

He had thought Nathan Fawcett had disappeared for good, but now, he had reappeared like a ghost.

Sean Sutton said, "Mr. Linden."

Nathan Fawcett glanced at Ian beside him and said, "Go keep Mrs. Sutton company for a bit."

Ian nodded happily. "Okay."

Nathan Fawcett led Sean Sutton to a nearby hallway.

Sean Sutton said, "You... you’re Mr. Fawcett, aren’t you?"

Because Anne Sutton had said his surname was Linden, Sean Sutton wasn’t entirely sure.

Nathan Fawcett stood by the window with his back to Sean Sutton, gazing out at the garden.

At this hour, there were still quite a few people coming and going in the hospital.

Nathan Fawcett said, "So you still recognize me. Not a bad memory." ƒrēewebnovel.com

’It really is him!’

Sean Sutton mentally wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. "I... Anne said your surname was Linden..."

Nathan Fawcett said, "You haven’t told Anne Sutton about the child, have you?"

"No, no, of course not," Sean Sutton said. "You gave me a clear warning before. How could I dare?"

Even after all this time, and despite Nathan Fawcett’s changed appearance, Sean Sutton was still terrified of him.

He even felt that Nathan Fawcett was the bane of his existence.

The moment Nathan Fawcett spoke, he felt a jolt of fear.

Nathan Fawcett looked at Sean Sutton and said, "I’ll be staying here for a while. If you dare tell anyone about me, I won’t let you off the hook."

He knew that Sean Sutton was close to the Prescott father and son.

That was why he had come to give him a heads-up.

Sean Sutton said, "You can count on me!"

’He wanted to tell, but he didn’t dare!’

If he blabbed, not only would he offend Nathan Fawcett, but he wouldn’t gain anything from it either.

For the past few years, no matter the situation, he had never dared to reveal the news that Nathan Fawcett was still alive.

He didn’t understand the Fawcett Family’s affairs, nor did he have a clear grasp of the situation, so naturally, he didn’t dare to speak carelessly.

Nathan Fawcett said, "Good that you understand. I hear your company has run into some trouble recently, and you’re looking for help from Charles Prescott?"

The mention of this made Sean Sutton’s head throb. "Charles Prescott, that son of a bitch! He’s been making things difficult for me for years. Back when the old chairman was still around, he would occasionally help the Sutton Family. Now, all he does is throw problems my way. He even told me to find a match for Anne and marry her off!"

Initially, Sean Sutton had trusted the Prescott Family.

But over the past few years, he had really started to see their true colors.

Charles Prescott had always been the type to call on him only when he needed something, and completely ignore him otherwise.

Just like now—his company was in trouble, yet Charles was still giving him a hard time.

Now that he saw Nathan Fawcett had returned, a flicker of hope ignited within him.

Hearing that Charles Prescott wanted him to marry Anne Sutton off, Nathan Fawcett frowned. "Did you really set Anne up with someone?"

Seeing Nathan’s cold gaze on him, Sean Sutton froze for a moment, then quickly denied it. "Of course not! I would never listen to them!"

Nathan Fawcett looked at the habitual liar, feeling a sense of pity for Anne Sutton for having such a father. "Manage your Sutton Family properly. From now on, stay out of Anne Sutton’s affairs."

After speaking, he turned to leave, but Sean Sutton stopped him. "Mr. Faw... Mr. Linden."

Nathan Fawcett paused.

Sean Sutton asked, "Are you still going to be with Anne? She was just young and foolish back then, that’s why she got rid of the baby. She’s regretted it deeply for years."

Seeing that Nathan Fawcett was willing to help him, Sean Sutton naturally hoped Nathan would become his son-in-law.

’No, wait, he was already my son-in-law!’

’I just don’t know what Nathan’s plans are after all these years. He couldn’t still be angry at Anne over the child, could he?’

Nathan Fawcett didn’t answer Sean Sutton’s question and simply walked away.

Sean Sutton hurried to catch up.

Back in the hospital room, Ian was asking Mrs. Sutton, "Grandma, would you like something to eat?"

Mrs. Sutton asked, "Whose child is this?"

Anne Sutton replied, "He’s Nathan Fawcett’s brother’s son."

Mrs. Sutton said, "He’s so adorable. If your child from back then were still here..."

Mrs. Sutton didn’t finish her sentence.

"Ian." Nathan Fawcett stood at the doorway.

Anne Sutton looked at him. ’He’s already finished talking with my father?’

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Sean Sutton said to Anne Sutton, "Anne, why don’t you go back with Mr. Linden? You two haven’t eaten yet, have you? Go get something to eat. I can take care of your mother here."

Anne Sutton looked at Sean Sutton, who had spent the entire day busy with the mess at his company. He was now volunteering to take care of her mother?

Anne Sutton said, "The moment I leave, you’ll just abandon her at the hospital again, won’t you?"

Sean Sutton said, "What are you talking about? I promise I won’t leave her side for a second."

Now that Nathan Fawcett had agreed to help his company, he naturally wasn’t so worried anymore, and he no longer had to listen to Charles Prescott.

Right now, currying favor with Nathan Fawcett was obviously more important.

Anne Sutton looked at her mother. "I..."

Mrs. Sutton said, "You’ve had a long day, too. Go get some rest. It’s fine if your father stays with me. Sharon is here as well!"

Anne Sutton said, "Alright, I’ll go get something to eat then."

Mainly, she wanted to know what Nathan Fawcett had said to her father.

...

In the restaurant, Nathan Fawcett cut his steak, looking at Anne Sutton across the table. She had spent the whole day at the hospital and looked exhausted.

He spoke up, "Does having dinner with Ian and me make you this unhappy?"

Anne Sutton said, "No. I’m just a little tired. By the way, what did you say to my dad?"

"Not much. I asked him about the Sutton Family’s situation and gave him a hand."

"I knew it..." Anne Sutton looked at Nathan Fawcett. "Why would you help him?"

She honestly wished the Sutton Family would just go bankrupt!

After all, her father had sided with Charles Prescott, never once thinking to get justice for her child, and even allowed Charles Prescott to be so smug about it.

"I heard that in exchange for Charles Prescott’s help, your dad arranged blind dates for you, trying to marry you off?"

"..." Hearing Nathan Fawcett’s words, Anne Sutton was a little surprised. "You even know about that."

Nathan Fawcett said, "In this world, anything that can be solved with money isn’t a real problem. The Sutton Family’s troubles are a drop in the bucket; they’re not even worth my notice. But your father is your immediate family, and I don’t want him to affect you."

’At the very least, he didn’t want to see her having to deal with all sorts of questionable men!’

’That Jack Gabe guy—a widower with two kids—was he even worthy of being with her?’

Listening to Nathan Fawcett, Anne Sutton felt her eyes begin to sting.

Ever since the old chairman passed away and she lost the baby, no one had cared for her like this in all these years.

He even knew what she hated.

Anne Sutton said, "Don’t you hate me? Why are you helping me?"