Chapter 78 A Fireworks Display
It somehow didn’t bother Jacob one bit. He is not coming, just like we were hoping he wouldn’t! the boy cheered to himself. That Devil better stay away from Mommy.
James, on the other hand, only stared at the pile of toys without saying a word. He couldn’t describe how he was feeling at the moment, but he knew he felt deceived about the fact that the man had promised to change the boy’s opinion on him.
Hanson didn’t know it yet, but the good impression of him with the children he had painstakingly built shattered in that instant.
He was currently sitting in his office with a file in his hand, and yet he couldn’t understand a word that his eyes were drifting across.
Larry, who was looking on from one side, knew exactly why his boss was out of sorts. As though he was idle-talking, he started, “President Luke, I heard that Miss Vania is getting discharged today. Should we send her a gift?”
Hanson immediately shut the file closed rather irritably and tossed it aside. “There’s no need.” It was evident from his cold tone that he was in a terrible mood.
Larry could tell that Hanson had fallen for the Vania, but the man didn’t seem to have noticed it himself yet.
Seeing that Hanson wasn’t in the best of mood, Larry cleverly chose to remain quiet after that.
It hadn’t even reached a minute of silence when Hanson suddenly barked an order despite his earlier words. “Prepare a fireworks display for tonight.”
The short sentence was all it took for Larry to nod in understanding. “Roger that. I will arrange it right this instant,” he replied respectfully.
The fireworks display was definitely for Vania. He would have failed as an assistant if he still couldn’t understand his boss’ instructions after so many years of working by his side.
When night came, Larry picked the best spot in Haling Villa to prepare for the most splendid firework display in all of Hammond.
At this time, she had already prepared a scrumptious dinner for her three sons.
Each of them had a glass of fruit juice in front of them. Vania was the first to raise her glass as she suggested, “Let’s make a toast.”
The three children, too, raised their glasses and cheered at the same time. “May Mommy be healthy!”
Just as they had finished saying those words, fireworks started exploding into a rare, dazzling display of colors outside their window.
Vania and her sons were startled by the sudden appearance of the fireworks and they all subconsciously looked over.
By the end of the display, four words exploded in the air—’Wishing You Good Health’.
She was surprised for a second, but the first person that came to mind after that was Hanson.
Her head and heart had turned into a mess at that moment. She wished she knew what Hanson meant by doing this.
Having a slight idea of what was going on, the three children looked at each other before James knowingly let out a smile.
Vania’s phone suddenly made a sound indicating that she had gotten a message and when she checked it, it was a text from an unsaved phone number that wrote ‘Congratulations on your discharge’.
Reading the message only further threw her heart into a turmoil. She was even more sure that it was Hanson who prepared the fireworks display and sent her the message.
Instead of replying, she merely put her phone away.
Meanwhile, Hanson was leaning against the car door at the entrance of Haling Villa.
With his phone in his hand and a slight frown on his face, he would look at his phone from time to time to see if there was any new notification. His heart was pounding like he was a teenager who had just fallen in love.
Even he didn’t know what he was so anxious and nervous about. However, after waiting for a long time and still not getting any new messages, the man couldn’t help but frown as he irritably whipped out a cigarette.
His gaze stayed in the direction of the villa, his mind adrift.
He had finished the entire stick when his message ringtone began to ring and he quickly lifted his phone.
Contrary to what he was expecting, it was just another push notification flashing across his screen. Anyone could tell how grouchy Hanson had gotten from the bulging veins on his fingers that were tightly gripping his phone.
