The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 941 - 918: A Daughter Growing Up Bit by Bit (Part 2)

"You don’t like it?"

"I do like it, but it’s such a waste of money."

Adrian Desmond, unfazed by money, said, "That’s just pocket change."

Sienna Johnson chimed in, "Didn’t Sixth Master exceed his spending limit again this month?"

Adrian Desmond was stumped, defending himself, "Isn’t making money meant for spending? A man who can’t spend money on his wife—is he really a man?"

"Can I refuse? The way you spend money, it really pains me."

Adrian Desmond laughed, "That’s my wife, always saving me money. Dan Taylor’s wives spend money like they have a grudge against it."

"You haven’t been lending money to Dan Taylor’s wives to buy luxury cars, jewelry, and goods recently, have you?"

"Hehe..."

Hehe, indeed he did, but Sienna Johnson didn’t want to manage this man, "My daughter and I are going to sleep now, you should sleep early too."

"Okay." Adrian Desmond’s voice grew softer, but he didn’t hang up the phone; he listened as mother and daughter chatted.

"Mom, I still want to play for a bit longer."

"No, you have to get up early tomorrow for your art class."

"Mom, why can’t I play even during the holidays? Always learning this and that? Don’t you know, this is called abuse! This is torment! I’m a poor little flower, boohoo... so pitiful..." Curly pretended to cry.

"Beautiful mom, can I skip class tomorrow and play at home?"

"No!"

"You’re mean, I don’t like you anymore. I want to go find my dad in Abyanabad."

"Abyanabad has George, if you want to go, I’ll have someone take you to Abyanabad tomorrow!"

Curly lowered her head, saying nothing.

"Jayce Johnson, you’ve only enrolled in one art class. An hour every other day, and you have the nerve to complain.

Look at Olivia Ford, with dance, piano, calligraphy, painting, and classical studies. You’re far behind Olivia Ford." She gently poked her forehead, scolding, "You still don’t know how to be ambitious."

Curly said, "There’s no choice, Olivia Ford is ugly, so she has to learn more to develop inner beauty. I’m pretty, I can roam the world with just my face."

"Shallow!"

Curly cheekily made a face at her mother, "Mom, you’re jealous I’m prettier than you."

"You little bun, how are you prettier than me."

"Mom, what filling am I, as a stuffed bun?"

"Three-flavor filling."

"No, I want beef filling."

"Beef filling; if you eat too much, you’ll turn from a little bun into a big bun."

"What filling is the big bun?"

"Carrot and lamb filling."

"Eww... I hate carrots."

Adrian Desmond couldn’t quite keep up with the conversation tempo between mother and daughter; their topics were particularly jumpy, always leaping from one subject to another unrelated one. However, he listened with relish.

He would soon be back by their side. Just thinking about this was a heartwarming thought.

They should have finished their bath and left the bathroom because Adrian Desmond heard no movement.

Adrian Desmond quietly said, "Goodnight, Big Baby, Little Baby!"

...

Death Island, Doctor X’s laboratory.

The laboratory is large, about the size of half a football field, filled with bottles and jars, and many human specimens.

There are beautiful women, newborns, men, and elderly individuals, all soaked in Formalin, placed in glass containers, becoming specimens.

On the hospital bed, two identical people simultaneously lay unconscious. They were covered with all kinds of tubes, filled with pale red liquid, while nearby, a white-haired Doctor X monitored their data, forehead deeply furrowed.

Hydrogen looked at the still-unconscious Night Owl, worriedly asking, "Doctor X, why hasn’t the master woken up? Is there really no problem?"

"I don’t know what’s happening. They are twins, identical twins, theoretically, there shouldn’t be any rejection after heart transplantation..." Doctor X scratched his bald head, speaking troubledly, "Why is there rejection?"

"..."

"Where exactly is the problem?"

Hydrogen was more anxious than anyone, "What do we do? They’re coming soon."

Doctor X was unconcerned about this; he only cared about his research.

Doctor X liked Death Island because Night Owl allowed him to conduct live experiments. His colleagues experimented with monkeys—though monkeys’ genes are closest to humans, they’re ultimately not human.

Directly conducting experiments on humans yields more precise data; this is why Doctor X remained on Death Island.

Hydrogen looked at his indifferent attitude, feeling worried and anxious.

"If it doesn’t work, let’s switch to another artificial heart."

Doctor X looked at Hydrogen with a fool’s eyes, "Do you think it’s buying something? Don’t like it, so you can return it.

Every heart transplant carries life-threatening risks. With Night Owl’s current condition, another heart replacement might result in death."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Just wait a bit longer. Maybe the organ rejection will disappear soon... after all, they are identical twins." Doctor X stared at Night Owl’s pale face, saying.

Hydrogen glanced at Shade Jervois, asking, "Then what about Shade?"

"Night Owl said he doesn’t like someone looking exactly like him in this world, so he told me to kill him." Doctor X scratched his head, troubled, "But Shade has grown up under my watch, this child is somewhat silly but very cute; I really can’t do it."

"..."

"How about you do it?"

Shade Jervois had a decent reputation on Death Island, and because Shade Jervois had intellectual issues, everyone interacted without defense, and because there was no defense, the affection was purer.

"I can’t do it either," Hydrogen said.