Daddy’s Doting Addiction

Chapter 89

Chapter 89 “You bet! Mister Hough is sweeter than you think. He isn‘t good with words, so he tends to say the wrong things. He really does care about you. Please bear with him.” Sean continued to sing Jack‘s praises. “I get it,” Naomi responded, still bewildered. She turned and walked into the mansion‘s courtyard in a mechanical and awkward fashion. Old Mister Hough watched the scene unfold from the garden and let out a heavy sigh. “Didn‘t she just return from the amusement park? Why does she look even moodier than when she left this morning?”

The old man grumbled as he hit an obstacle during his triumphant plan. “Perhaps you can‘t force these things, sir. Youngsters have their own way of doing things. You should let them be.”

Smith gently consoled his employer as he served up a cup of tea. Old Mister Hough picked up the cup of tea and took a step back. The more he thought about it, the more upset he got. “Absolutely not!” he snapped, then slammed the cup of tea on the rattan table.

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“I can tell that the two of them were meant to be together. As a grandfather, I can‘t possibly sit around and watch them throw it all away!

“Then... What do you plan to do about it?” Smith asked nervously. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

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Old Mister Hough glanced around the garden, and his eyes landed on the greenhouse that had been locked up for years “Here‘s what we‘re going to do, Smith...” grinned the old man. Naomi lay in bed in a trance when she heard a knock on the bedroom door. “Miss Naomi, Old Mister Hough doesn‘t seem to

be feeling well.” The bedroom door burst open before Smith could finish his sentence. “Take me to him!” Naomi exclaimed frantically.

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In the garden, Naomi furrowed her brows and pensively checked Old Mister Hough‘s pulse.

She let out a sigh of relief moments later.

“It doesn‘t seem to be anything serious. You‘re going to have to take it easy on the exercise to prevent an asthma attack.”

“So, that‘s it. I thought it was an allergic reaction,” replied Old Mister Hough as he pretended to be concerned.

He glanced at Naomi and noticed that her eyes were fixed not only on the herbs in the garden

but also the greenhouse. “What‘s that greenhouse for? Why is it locked up?” Naomi asked curiously.

It was exactly what Old Mister Hough was waiting to hear from her.

“That‘s because the owner of that greenhouse is your mother.”

Naomi‘s eyes widened in shock. “My mother?” “That‘s right. Didn‘t you think it was weird that we have all these herbs in the garden when no one in the Hough family studies medicine?”

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“I guess I did think that it was strange,” Naomi replied as she rubbed her nose. She just had not had the chance to ask about it. “When my wife, June, fell ill many years ago, not a single doctor was able to figure out what was wrong with her.” Old Mister Hough‘s brows furrowed as his eyes reddened and welled up in tears.

“Every one of them refused to take her case in fear that not being able to cure her would ruin their reputation. Your mother was the only one who personally came to the Hough Mansion and insisted on seeing June. She told me that she could not guarantee success, but she had to

“Your mother moved into the mansion since then, and I had the greenhouse specially built to assist in her research. We searched far and wide for all kinds of herbs to be planted in this garden.”

“What happened after that?” Naomi asked anxiously. It was a story about her mother that she had yet to hear. “June got better three years later. Unfortunately, she passed away last year, but I have no regrets. The greenhouse has been locked up since then. Only its owner is allowed to open it.” At that point, Old Mister Hough stood up and began to kneel in front of Naomi. “What are you doing?” Naomi exclaimed in shock as she reached out and pulled the old man back to his feet. “Naomi, I have a favor to ask of you...”