Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1297: Chapter 1297: The Scheming Bobby Chapter 1297: Chapter 1297: The Scheming Bobby Bobby obediently sat on the sofa waiting for him.

As soon as Baron Lawrence walked over, he squatted down, opened the Medicine Box, took out the Disinfectant alcohol without any unnecessary words, and started treating the scrapes on Bobby’s left leg with a cotton swab.

“Hiss—” The alcohol touched the wound, and Bobby couldn’t help but sharply inhale, his left leg starting to flail.

Baron Lawrence grabbed his ankle, pulling him to keep him still, and looked up, “Don’t move!”

After saying that, he frowned and continued to disinfect the cuts on his left leg with alcohol.

Bobby hadn’t noticed at first that his leg was injured and only realized it hurt after the fact.

However, although he had deliberately knocked over the coffee in that person’s hand, he hadn’t been too close, so the glass shards had just caused a small cut.

Apart from the initial sharp pain that made him take a cold breath, he clenched his lips and didn’t make a sound afterward. The assistant watching from the side couldn’t help but mentally give him a thumbs-up.

Most kids would probably cry in this situation.

However, what surprised him even more was Lord Lawrence… actually stooping down to personally treat a small wound for a child he didn’t know.

Could this child really be Lord Lawrence’s illegitimate son?

He was still speculating in his mind.

Baron Lawrence had already neatly applied medicine to Bobby’s leg, packed up the Medicine Box, stood up, and ordered, “Take him to find his Mom and Dad!”

“Uh…” The assistant’s mind was still recklessly speculating when Baron Lawrence suddenly spoke to him; he was a bit slow to respond, clearly startled.

“Can’t understand human language?” Baron Lawrence was extremely irritated with his reaction, his brow furrowed enough to nearly crush a fly, his thin lips parting, just about to say if you can’t understand human language then get out, and find someone who does.

The assistant had already snapped back to reality, hastily saying, “Sorry, Lord Lawrence, I’ll do it right now, right away.”

With that, fearful of being a step too slow and angering the President, he scurried to the sofa, bent down, and gently said to Bobby, “Little brother, come with me, I’ll take you to find your Dad and Mom.”

Bobby’s delicate and pretty face first glanced at the assistant, then looked strangely at the man next to him—tall, handsome, and in a crisp suit. Bobby silently hopped down from the sofa, obediently placed his hand in the one offered by the assistant, and in a childlike voice, “Thank you, Uncle.”

The man from next door was having someone take him to find Dad?

Dad was having someone take him to find Dad?

Bobby took a deep breath, a sly and scheming glint in his starry eyes, and a smile spread across his handsome little face as he crisply and sweetly said to the tall man, “Thank you, Uncle.”

It looked like he had to have a good talk with his woman to get to the bottom of what the situation with Dubious Man was, and what exactly she was hiding from him!

For some reason, Baron Lawrence felt a discomfort in his chest when he heard the boy call him Uncle, not feeling happy despite the child’s sensible behavior, as if a rock was firmly pressing against his chest. That feeling of suffocation, with nowhere to vent, made him want to explode.

The assistant could definitely feel the temperature of the President’s office drop, thinking he had agitated the man again, he quickly left with Bobby, coaxing and pulling him along…

In a blink, the spacious President’s Office was left with only the stern man.

He irritably watched the retreating figures of the tall and the little one disappear, turned around, kicked over a trash can, and cursed explosively, “Shit!”