Whispers Of Destiny

Chapter 3

Dixon Mansion

The black car arrived at the gate. Both the handsome man and his assistant got down from the car. Butler of the mansion, Reed bowed to the man and led the way to the mansion. As they crossed the main door, they heard a pleasant and cheerful voice.

"My dear grandson! Finally, you are back! Happy birthday!”

It was grandma Florence 's voice. She was standing in the living room, looking at him with a warm smile.

As the handsome man saw her, he stepped in her direction with a smile on his face and hugged her.

Grandma Florence hugged him back and asked, " Calhoun ! How have you been? It's been a week since I last saw you. I missed you." Her eyes were filled with happiness, and her face had a smile stretched from ear to ear.

"I missed you too, grandma!" Calhoun said with the same feeling of happiness

Assistant Sandon bowed to her and said, "Good morning, Grandma."

"Good morning, Sandon," she greeted him back.

Calhoun looked at him and said, "Sandon, you can head back to your home and take a rest. The other bowed and took his leave.

After Cower Dixon's accident, Dixon Empire was in a mess. At that moment, Calhoun took charge of everything.

There were so many people in the company who opposed and created problems for him, but just like his father , he was not an easy person to deal with

Calhoun had followed his father's work since he was young. Despite dreaming of being a soccer player and having no interest in business, Cower Dixon had nurtured him to prepare for the future hands. Everyone called him the devil in the disguise of an angel.

"Grandma, where is the old man?" Calhoun asked, his eyes carrying a teasing sight.

Before grandma could answer, they heard a loud and from the door behind Calhoun .

"You rascal! Who are you calling an old man? I am young enough to give you a few more uncles and aunts, ask your grandma."

“Ah, happy birthday!”

Grandma Florence just rolled her eyes thinking, 'When will he stop being shameless?'

'As expected of my grandfather,’ thought Calhoun . The butler, a man in his late fifties, couldn't help but feel choked.

Grandpa Dixon had just come back from his morning stroll. In his white t-shirt and grey track pants, he looked younger than his actual age. When he reached the door, he heard Calhoun calling him an old man. His expressions changed as he thought, 'How dare he call me an old man in front of my woman?'

When Calhoun saw him, he walked towards Grandpa Dixon . "Grandpa! How are you?" he asked with a smile to make up for making him angry, and they hugged each other.

Every person in the mansion heard Grandpa Dixon 's loud voice as they came out of the room to check on things and to grab their breakfast.

Cower Dixon spoke as he came downstairs, "Who made my father spill out his golden words early in the morning?"

Saying, Cower Dixon stepped towards his son and hugged him. Both were about to talk after a hug when they heard Grandpa Dixon’s voice again.

"Do you want my golden words to become true?" Asking this, Grandpa Dixon looked at his son and then walked toward his wife.

Smiling Cower Dixon, replied, "I don't have any problem with it if the mother is ready." Then, he looked at his mother to see her reaction, which did not disappoint him.

Florence Dixon poked her elbow in Grandpa Dixon’s stomach. "Are you planning to betray me and bring a mistress to this house?"

Her words startled Grandpa Dixon . "W-what are you saying? When did I say that?"

"Then what was the meaning of the words you said before? As you know, I am not in a condition to help you make your golden words come true."

Grandpa Dixon panicked. "No, darling. I can't even think about it. You are the only one for me," He said with an innocent expression on his face. Looking at his son, he gave him a frightening glare as he called him a 'rascal' in his mind.

Cower Dixon smiled mischievously while looking at his father as if replying to his gaze: 'like father, like son'.

Everyone was used to see this 180-degree turn in Grandpa Dixon's behavior when it came to his wife, so they just smiled.

Lindsay Dixon hugged her son. "You must be tired. Go, get fresh and come downstairs for breakfast."

Nodding, when Calhoun was about to leave after greeting his uncle and aunt, Lindsay Dixon’s sight crossed across the stains on her son's white shirt, and she asked, "Wait! What happened to your shirt? It looks like you spilled coffee on your shirt."

Calhoun lowered his face to look at the stains on his shirt and replied with, Mmm..." having an invisible smile on his lips.

"Can't even drink a coffee properly and I was expecting to have great-grandchildren from him." Came the words from Grandpa Dixon .

Cower Dixon looked at his father and countered, "Drinking coffee and making a child are both different things, father."

Grandpa Dixon shook his head and what he said next left everyone speechless, " Nope, it isn't different! I am afraid he might have a habit to spill everything out just like coffee."