Love Knows No Bounds

Ronnie quickly recovered from the minor shock. "Young Master Dylan, this is your soup. I dare not drink it."

"If I tell you to drink it, you can drink it. Even if you finish the soup, I won't blame you. Amos, go and bring out a bowl for Ronnie."

Dylan ordered Amos, but Ronnie hurriedly said, "Young Master Dylan, I really can't drink it."

Amos said that it was ginseng soup. He was a normal man. If he drank this ginseng soup from Dylan, he would definitely have nosebleeds.

"This is for you to replenish your health, and I dare not drink it. Young Master Dylan, please let me go."

In order not to have a nosebleed, Ronnie begged for mercy.

Dylan snorted coldly. "What did you mean just now?"

Ronnie stuttered, "I-I didn't mean anything." After a pause, he whispered again, "I'm just surprised why you would drink ginseng soup, and if you drink ginseng soup..."

He looked up at Dylan, his handsome face full of delight. Then he asked in surprise, "Young Master Dylan, are you…?"

Amos hit his head and scolded him with a smile, "You brat! It's a waste of time for you to follow Young Master Dylan every day if you can't understand this. It seems that you really need the soup to replenish your IQ. I'll go and get you a bowl."

Ronnie touched the place where Amos had hit and said innocently, "I have no experience."

Amos was speechless. "Young Master Dylan, please excuse me."

Ronnie slipped away happily after learning that Dylan didn't insist on making him drink soup.

Since it was useful for Dylan to drink ginseng soup, of course, he should drink more. Ronnie would never take any soup from Dylan, even if he was being threatened.

"He runs faster than a rabbit," Dylan complained.

Looking at the big bowl of soup in front of him, Dylan took up the spoon and began to drink the soup.

The chef in the kitchen was responsible for making soup, and the soup was extremely delicious.

He originally planned to drink half only because he was afraid of nosebleeds, but the soup was so delicious that he drank two bowls in a row.

Amos had been standing aside, watching Dylan drink the soup with a smile.

It was as if the more soup Dylan drank, the more Little Dylans there would be.

After Dylan finished drinking the soup, he let Ronnie push him to the main house. To Dylan's surprise, he didn't see his grandmother but only his father. "Dad."

Dylan had always respected his open-minded father. After seeing his father, the cold and hard lines on his face became gentle, and the eyes that looked at his father also became less sharp and less cold.

"You're here." Fergus looked at his son lovingly.

This was his eldest son, and he had the deepest affection for this son of his. However, after Dylan was one month old, he was taken away by his grandparents and brought up by them. Even if they lived under the same roof, Fergus was too busy with work when he was younger and spent too little time with his children then.

At the end of the day, the people Dylan respected the most were his grandparents instead of his parents.

Even if Fergus was not close to his son, his feelings for Dylan did not change. Fortunately, although Dylan was not particularly close to him, Dylan respected him.

"Where's Grandma?"

"She went to Pet Palace with Mrs. Morris," Dylan hummed.

He wanted to get up, but Fergus stopped him. "Dylan, we haven't strolled and chatted for a long time. Let me take you for a walk outside, and we can also talk."

Fergus got up, and Ronnie gave way immediately. Then, Fergus pushed his son out of the wheelchair. So, Dylan sat in a wheelchair obediently.

The father and son left the main house, and Dylan signaled Ronnie that he did not need to follow.

"Have you been working well recently?" Fergus asked mildly and caringly. "Pay more attention to your health and don't exhaust yourself. Now that you have a family and a wife, you should think about her more."

"Dad, I know. I don't work at night, so I don't feel tired." He was very efficient and got things done during the day. Of course, when Emma helped him arrange his schedule, she did not schedule anything for the evenings.

"You will also be exhausted while doing rehabilitation. Just stick to it every day, and you don't have to work too hard." Fergus knew that his son worked hard so that he could stand up and walk hand in hand with his wife in the garden.

"Dad, I want to marry Kendall within this year. If I don't work harder, I can't stand up within the time I set," Dylan said lightly.

"Sure enough, love is powerful." Fergus made fun of his son. "Since you were discharged from the hospital, you were indifferent to do rehabilitation no matter whether it was a doctor or a family member or a friend who advised you to do so. But when Kendall came, she could easily persuade you to do the rehabilitation."

Dylan's face was slightly embarrassed.

"However, I am very happy to see that you have someone you like. I am really happy for you. You were hard-hearted when you were young. I was worried that you would not be able to find a wife with your temperament. Oh, and you're also unwilling to consider marriage."

If Dylan was willing to marry, most women would want to marry him.

"Love is really about fate. Kendall and I are fated." Dylan was able to open up in front of his father. "Actually, I didn't expect that I would fall in love with Kendall. When I got the marriage certificate with her, I thought of causing her suffering so that it would be so unbearable that she would beg me for a divorce. As a result..."