EndlessFantasy Translation

  EndlessFantasy Translation

  ‘Matthew?’


  Timothy cocked an eyebrow. How desperate were his parents to have a child that they would give him that kind of a name?

  Seeing Timothy’s silence, Matthew thought that the man was too amazed by his name and continued to proclaim proudly, “It was my mother who gave me my name. It sounds good, right!”


  ‘What does that name have anything to do with sounding good?’


  Timothy sat on the sofa opposite Matthew and folded his long legs gracefully. He then opened his lips and commented scathingly, “It sounds awful.”


  “Your mother must be uneducated.”


  Matthew firmly believed that his mother was the best in the world and could not stand to hear anyone say such bad things about his mother. He immediately froze and said coldly to Timothy, “My mother’s the best! You can’t say that kind of stuff about her. My mother’s amazing!”


  He was very protective of his mother.

  If his mother was amazing, then what about his father?

  The boy most probably did not have a father if he could call a random stranger ‘daddy’ while lavishing so much praise about his mother.

  Timothy decided against provoking the kid any further because he did not want the little brat to cry and quarrel with him again. He asked patronizingly, “This ‘amazing mother’ of yours, what’s her name?”


  Someone who could give a name as tacky as Matthew would probably have a name that was just as tacky.

  Matthew puffed out his small chest and raised his head before introducing the mother’s name as if reciting aloud, “My mother’s name is S—”


  Timothy’s cell phone rang before the boy could finish speaking.

  He held up the phone to glance at the caller ID and swiped his finger on the screen to answer, “Hello.”


  Matthew had to stop talking.

  On the other end of the line, Harmony’s gentle voice was heard, “Hey Tim, why did you suddenly hang up just now?”


  She was the one who called Timothy earlier and was worried that something had happened because he ended the call just as they were talking.

  After a pause, she added, “Did something happen on your end? I thought I heard a child calling someone ‘daddy’.”


  Timothy’s black pupils glanced at Matthew. He curled the corners of his lips and answered lazily, “I met a little boy who called me Daddy.”


  Harmony was silent for a few seconds and reprimanded in a soft voice, “Children nowadays are just thoughtless and their parents just don’t teach them well enough.”


  Timothy’s expression sank slightly but he did not answer her.

  Harmony keenly sensed that Timothy was a little unhappy but she did not know what he was unhappy about.

  Could it be because children were mentioned?

  After all, she still had not given up looking for a cure during the past three years. Despite trying various kinds of treatments, none of them seemed to have any effect.

  Even if Timothy did not like children, he still needed an heir.

  They were about to get married soon, but if she could not bear a child, Timothy would never be truly happy.

  Moreover, she did not want to cause trouble for herself, since she had finally been able to marry Timothy after those three years.

  Harmony bit her lower lip and was tactful enough to avoid bringing up the subject of children again. Instead, she said, “Your flight will be arriving tomorrow morning, right? I’ll pick you up then. We’ll talk when we meet.”


  “Okay.”


  “Be safe. I miss you.”


  Timothy hung up the phone and looked up to see the kid’s big black eyes staring intently at the cakes on the coffee table. He gulped from time to time.

  The cakes and tea were specially prepared only for VVIPs.

  Timothy smiled with intrigue and set his phone aside on the coffee table. Then, he opened his lips and asked, “Want some?”


  He lifted his chin and ordered some cakes.

  Matthew looked up at him and nodded for a brief moment before shaking his head again.

  Timothy cocked an eyebrow. “Do you or do you not want to eat?”


  Matthew hesitated and answered truthfully, “I want to, but my mother said that I can’t just eat outside food!”


  ‘Is that so…’


  Timothy stretched out his hand, picked up a small biscuit with his fingertips, then handed it to Matthew.

  Matthew gulped again and ended up opening his mouth after failing to hold himself back.

  However, Timothy laughed and retracted his hand, tossing the biscuit into his mouth instead of feeding the biscuit to Matthew.

  He chewed and swallowed, then looked at Matthew’s resentful eyes and said calmly, “Your mother’s right. You shouldn’t be eating any outside food!”


  Matthew felt that he was being tricked.

  His round eyes stared intently at Timothy to commit the man’s appearance to memory, and he then said coldly, “You’re a meanie! I don’t like you anymore!”


  ‘Meanie.’


  Was the boy able to determine a person’s nature through their character, even at such a young age?

  Timothy picked up another small biscuit and tossed it into his mouth in front of Matthew.

  After eating, he said, “What a coincidence. I don’t like you either!”


  Matthew’s small face tensed up completely and he turned around, ignoring Timothy just as he ignored Ronald earlier.

  Timothy ignored him as well and was happy as long as the boy did not cry and kick up a fuss.

  He picked up a random newspaper and started reading.

  Ronald happened to see that strange scene when he came back.

  A man and a boy sat on the sofa face to face. The boy had a sullen expression while the man looked at the newspaper blankly.

  Ronald wondered why he inexplicably felt as though the two of them shared a father-son relationship?

  If he had not been by Timothy’s side all that time and knew that the man did not father any children, he would have thought that the two of them were father and son!

  Ronald walked in and cleared his throat twice to break the silence.

  Timothy looked up lazily and Ronald quickly reported. “Mr. Barker, the airport is already announcing it through their PA system. The kid’s parents will probably be here soon if they hear it.”


  “Okay,” Timothy responded, then continued reading the newspaper nonchalantly.

  Ronald sat next to Matthew and placed some pastries as well as tea in front of the boy. With a smile, he said, “Just eat whatever you want, little kid. Your parents will be coming for you as soon as they hear the announcement. Don’t be scared!”


  Ronald was supposed to be at an age where he should get married and have children, but unfortunately for him, he was too busy with work and did not have time to settle down yet. Whenever he saw children, he could not stop himself from being flooded with fatherly love.

  Moreover, the little boy was so good-looking and adorable. It had been a long time since he saw such a child who looked as though they had been meticulously molded after a person’s image.

  ‘Wait a minute… Why does this child look kinda familiar? This can’t be. The child looks too familiar!’


  ‘Almost like… As if… As though… ‘


  Ronald slapped his thigh. ‘Doesn’t the boy look just like Mr. Barker when he was still young?’


  Those eyebrows, that aura, and even the vibe given off by that frowning cold face…was the same!

  ‘Did Timothy have an illegitimate child?’


  ‘You’ve gotta be kidding me. No, no, no, no… It can’t be that bloody dramatic, right?’


  For a split second, he was already thinking about those eight o’clock family drama television series and could not stop himself at all!

  Ronald was overly excited and lost control over himself as he blurted out to Timothy, “Mr. Barker, did you—”


  At the same time as his words, an anxious voice came from the door. “Matt!”


  The three people in the room simultaneously looked over at the person who ran to the door.