Chapter 981

Chapter 981:

Fernanda chuckled at Curran’s question.

There was no way to compare the two. How was she supposed to choose?

Bobby sighed and shook his head. “Grandpa, you’ve been sharp your whole life, but this? This is just ridiculous. How could you even ask something like that?”

As expected, Curran gave Bobby another playful tap on the head. Fernanda had always heard people say that the older someone got, the more childlike they became. One needed to be patient with the elderly. So, she sat down beside Curran, smiling warmly. “Curran, there’s no reason I can’t have both. I can have a good relationship with Cristian and still be close to you.”

“Not a chance!” Curran waved her off without hesitation. “Fernanda, if you want to get along with me, break up with him. I’ll find you someone better!”

Fernanda shook her head, her voice steady. “Cristian is the best man in my eyes. No one could ever replace him.”

“You!” Curran jabbed a finger at her, his face flushing with frustration. “You’re just being stubborn!”

Without another word, he turned and stormed upstairs, making his anger clear even from the way he walked.

Terence and Pamela had already taken Nolan to apply medicine, leaving just Bobby and Fernanda in the living room.

Fernanda noticed the scratches on Bobby’s arm and frowned. “Where’s the first-aid kit? Let me clean that up.”

“It’s nothing. Just a couple of scratches. No need to fuss,” Bobby said, brushing it off with a wave of his hand.

Fernanda wasn’t convinced. “What if his nails had bacteria or a virus?”

Bobby jolted upright. “What the hell! You’re joking, right?”

gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.k𝗈n – 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓎 𝓬𝓱𝑒𝑐𝓴

He muttered under his breath, “Then again, with how unhinged that guy is, who knows? Maybe he really does carry something nasty. No, I need a tetanus shot. Better safe than sorry.”

Fernanda, who had been feeling a little down, couldn’t hold back her laughter. “Relax. I was just messing with you. It’s not that serious. I’ll clean it with iodine, and you’ll be fine.”

Without another word, Bobby fetched the first-aid kit and let her treat the wound. Once she was done, he stretched his arms and said, “Come on. Let’s go for a walk.”

Fernanda figured she’d just be sitting around sulking if she stayed inside, so she agreed.

Outside, rows of small buildings lined the estate. As they strolled along, Bobby pointed at each one, naming the family members who lived there. He explained that each Reed had their own building.

If someone didn’t like their place, they could build a new one. The estate was big enough to fit dozens more.

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