Chapter 310 Gentle and Compassionate
"Mr. Robinson, I'm heading to the office."
Elizabeth, carrying her bag, walked to the backyard and said to Timothy, who was feeding the ducklings their breakfast.
"Okay." Timothy turned to look at Elizabeth, a faint smile on his lips.
After a whole night, once dawn broke, Elizabeth pretended nothing had happened and got up early to go to the office.
Elizabeth left the house, got in the car, and the vehicle headed to the office.
Meanwhile, Timothy, who had been feeding the ducklings in the backyard, stood up.
He washed his hands and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.
Max was already waiting at the door for Timothy. Seeing Timothy come out, he opened the car door.
Timothy bent down and got in. The car door closed, and Max went around to sit in the passenger seat.
The car drove all the way to the suburbs.
Along the way, they passed some run-down buildings.
The sun gradually rose higher, streaming through the car window and casting mottled shadows inside.
Finally, the car stopped in front of an old building.
The place looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time—the walls were peeling, the windows broken.
Timothy got out of the car, Max following close behind, and they went upstairs.
The bodyguard at the door saw them and immediately opened the door respectfully.
Walking inside, the air was filled with a stale smell.
Max opened one of the rooms. The lighting inside was somewhat dim. Timothy walked in.
"Boss, he still hasn't talked," Max said.
Rolf, lying weakly on the ground, heard the voice. He opened one eye halfway and looked at the leather shoes in front of him.
He looked up from the shoes.
"Oh, so it's Mr. Robinson. What an honor."
Rolf's voice sounded like grinding sandpaper—unpleasant to hear.
Timothy crouched down halfway, his cold gaze fixed on Rolf. "Where is my daughter?"
Rolf smiled with difficulty, his voice weak and trembling. "Dead."
Timothy smiled slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Do you think I'm an idiot? Where exactly is my daughter?"
Rolf swallowed with difficulty and laughed. "Mr. Robinson, she... she's really dead."
Timothy's gaze became even colder. He reached out and grabbed Rolf's collar viciously, half-lifting him up. "Talk!"
Timothy was desperately suppressing his rage.
Rolf laughed twice. "Dead."
Timothy let go, stood up, his eyes full of coldness. He turned to Max and said, "Don't let him die. Give him a taste of torture twice a day."
Rolf's fingers curled slightly as he lay on the ground. Rolf was scared, but he wouldn't say where Seraphina was.
Timothy gave Rolf on the ground a cold glance, then turned and left the room. "Don't let anyone find out."
Max nodded. "I know."
Back in the car, Timothy wiped his hands with a tissue. He took out his phone and dialed Elizabeth's number.
He waited for Elizabeth to pick up, then asked gently, "Elizabeth, can I bring you lunch at noon?"
Elizabeth raised her hand to signal the product department manager on stage to pause the presentation. She lowered her voice and said softly to Timothy, "Sure, I'll wait for you at noon."
Hearing Elizabeth agree, Timothy's lips curved up slightly. "Alright then, I'll be there at twelve sharp."
After hanging up, Elizabeth asked the product department manager to continue the presentation.
Timothy rubbed his temples. Elizabeth's current state worried him.
At noon, there was a gentle knock on Elizabeth's office door.
"Come in." Elizabeth put down the document in her hand and looked up to see Timothy walking in.
He was carrying two insulated lunch boxes.
Timothy walked to Elizabeth's desk. "I'm here to have lunch with you."
He hadn't eaten lunch yet either.
Elizabeth smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Robinson."
The two sat on the sofa in the office. Timothy opened the boxes and arranged three plates of delicate dishes on the table.
All vegetarian—a real test of the chef's skills.
"Try this first, see how it tastes."
Timothy picked up a piece of tofu and put it in Elizabeth's bowl, his eyes full of tenderness.
Elizabeth took a bite, and a flash of surprise crossed her eyes. "It's really good. Did you hire a new chef?"
Timothy smiled and nodded. "Yes."
After they finished eating, Timothy packed up the lunch boxes. "Do you have a lot to do this afternoon?"
Elizabeth nodded and sighed. "Yes, the company has been really busy lately."
Hearing this, Timothy said firmly, "Then you should rest for half an hour at noon before continuing work."
He gently held her hand and coaxed, "Just lie down for half an hour. When the time's up, I'll wake you right away."
Elizabeth didn't want to refuse Timothy's kindness. She nodded. "Okay, but you must wake me after half an hour."
After waiting for the food in her stomach to digest a bit, she obediently lay down, resting her head on Timothy's lap and closing her eyes.
Seeing Elizabeth lie down obediently, Timothy gently stroked her hair with his hand.
Elizabeth closed her eyes. Timothy's fingers running through her hair brought a bit of warmth.
She quickly fell into a light sleep.
Timothy looked down at Elizabeth, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.
The tiredness on her face made his heart ache.
Last night, she had woken up several times.
If this continued, it would really be bad for her health.
The office was quiet and peaceful, with only Elizabeth's soft breathing.
Half an hour actually passed quickly.
Timothy called softly, "Elizabeth, time's up."
Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes, still a bit sleepy.
Timothy helped her sit up. "I should go now. Keep up the good work, and I'll wait for you to come home for dinner tonight."
Elizabeth rubbed her forehead. "Okay."
She had just woken up and her head still felt uncomfortable.
Timothy lifted her chin, and his thin lips descended, kissing her deeply.
"I'll be waiting for you at home tonight."
He picked up the insulated boxes and left the office.