Chapter 460Chapter 460
Arriving home at the sight of Tony running around and having fun with Amelia, the frustrations and
troubles within Oscar instantly melted away.
When Amelia saw his return, she stood up and walked over. “You headed back to the Clinton
residence?”
Without hesitation, Oscar nodded.
“Did you talk back to Mom?” Amelia worriedly asked.
Oscar caressed her face and smiled. “Don't worry. I'll never do that to Mom.”
The man's answer was sufficient to set Amelia's mind at ease.
“Big Meanie.” Just then, Tony raised his head to look at Oscar, who was much taller than him, and
abruptly said, “I suddenly feel that you look like the hero who catches bad people on the television, so I
decided that I won't hate you anymore.”
A glint flashed across Oscar's eyes as he bent down to carry Tony up.
“If you call me Daddy, I'll be even happier.” Oscar's gaze was glistening with expectation.
Tony only stared at the man with his eyes wide open without saying a word. Oscar tucked him under his arm and tried to find an excuse to cover up his embarrassment. “It's fine if
you don't want to call me now. But one day, I'll make sure you call me Daddy willingly.”
“Daddy.” Just as Oscar concluded his sentence, a crisp voice sounded. He froze on the spot, unable to
believe what had just happened. A look of disbelief spread across his face.
Instinctively, Oscar swept his gazes to Amelia, who happened to be looking at him. The two exchanged
a look of extreme astonishment.
The man quickly moved Tony in front of him and said expectantly, “Tony, say that again.”
However, Tony tilted his head and remained quiet, seemingly trying to go against Oscar deliberately.
Despite being slightly disappointed, he was comforted at the recount of what he had heard earlier. He
carried Tony with one hand and freed his other hand to run it around Tony's head.
“Daddy, don't touch my head,” Tony yelled.
Instantly, the hand on Tony's head stiffened. An indescribable warm feeling surged in Oscar's chest and
coursed through his body.
At that moment, he finally had a sense of accomplishment in being a father.
He felt a warm sensation on the rims of his eyes as they began to well up.
A bright smile slowly crept onto Amelia's face while watching the sight. She was pleased to find thatTony had finally acknowledged Oscar. As much as the little one still appeared slightly awkward, she
knew that nothing would break their bond since they were blood-related and that he would still be full of
respect and admiration for his father regardless.
Walking to the father and son duo, Amelia smiled. “Tony, call Daddy again. He has been looking
forward to you doing that.”
“Daddy.” This time, he obediently followed instructions.
Oscar chuckled as he pulled Tony closer for a tight hug. “That's my good boy.”
Noticing how the man's eyes brimmed with tears, Amelia was happy for him deep within. She had her
fears allayed after seeing how the father and son's relationship improved.
Overjoyed, Oscar specially whipped up a feast of six dishes and a stew for Amelia and Tony.
At the dining table, he placed some food on Tony's plate. “Eat more, Tony. I've prepared this huge
spread for you.”
Tony grabbed his spoon and began munching on the food. Tasting the delicious food, he gave Oscar a
rare grin and uttered, “Daddy the Big Meanie, the food is yummy. But Mommy's cooking is even better.”
My dear boy, if you can remove “Big Meanie” in your sentence, I'll be even happier.
Oscar quietly thought to himself.
“Eat more if you like it since I rarely cook.” Unquestionably, Tony was quite cooperative at that point that he ate deliciously.
Oscar also picked some food and put it on Amelia's plate. “Where's Tiffany?”
“About half an hour before you came back, her editor called her saying that there's an investor who
wants to squeeze another actress in for a fourth supporting actress in the film, so her script needs
some changes. No choice; nowadays, investors are important figures, so there are many times when
the film's script requires multiple changes. Some even require the scripts to be rewritten after
completion. So Tiff could only return to the office to discuss with Derrick and her editor. She has been
looking forward to having her fantasy novel adapted into a drama. I believe she won't agree to the
sudden addition of the new role since it's her hard work.” Amelia grew a little worried as she spoke. “If
there are people who can support her fantasy turned drama, I'm sure she'll have more autonomy in her
work.”
“I thought Derrick is rich?”
“He has not only pumped in a lot of money into this drama this time, but he even helped to rope other
investors too. Of course, it's reasonable that they want to include other actors in the film after investing
so much money in it. He can't possibly let his irrational side take over him and offend the other
investors,” Amelia explained in distress.
“I heard she has about two or three novels adapted into films. It should've become a norm to her by
now.”
“It's because she's the screenwriter this round. Moreover, that fantasy novel was her blood, sweat, and
tears. She doesn't want others to mess up her hard work.” “I recently have interests in expanding the business in the entertainment industry. Why don't I invest in
that film? If things work out fine, we'll all have a profit to earn. If it's the other way round, I'll treat it as a
form of practice, then.”
Amelia widened her eyes and shook her head. “Oscar, you don't have to do this.”
“It's not entirely for you. It's indeed part of Clinton Corporations' plans to venture into the showbiz.
Investing in Tiffany's film will be my first chance to test out. If the film turns out to be a big hit, we'll
continue. Otherwise, we'll treat it as a lesson learned.”
“Thank you, Oscar.”
“Don't be silly! I have confidence that we won't make a loss. Fret not. I'll hire a bunch of netizens to stir
publicity for the film even before it starts filming. And I'll only select those most highly sought-after
actors and actresses. With such a cast, I believe this film will be selling like hotcakes!”
Adoring how Oscar was kind and tolerating toward her, Amelia could not help but giggle.
After the meal, she received a phone call from the police station. They wanted her to make a trip down
since they had caught the suspect for the threat parcel.
As such, Oscar drove Amelia and Tony to the station. Over there, the police then led her to a smallroom. “Ms. Winters, this is the suspect.”
Seeing the young boy who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, her mind began rummaging
through her memory. Yet, she concluded that she had never met him before.
“Are you the one who sent me the parcel?” Amelia asked.
That youth curled his body as he shot Amelia a glance with his fear-filled eyes. “I-I only acted out of
someone's request to pass the parcel to the delivery company for them to deliver it to your company.
Other than the flowers, I have no idea what's inside that exquisitely-wrapped box. You should know that
there are no reasons for me to scare you since you've never offended me. Please let me off.”
“Who ordered you to do that? Do you remember what that person looks like?”
After some careful deliberation, he answered, “It's a lady. I remember that she has a tall and lean
figure. Coupled with her high heels, which were several inches high, she's probably about six feet tall.
But I didn't get a good look at her face since she didn't remove her shades. Oh yeah, she has short
hair.”
Amelia fell into a moment of contemplation. Nonetheless, no one around her could fit into the
description provided by the youth.
She could not wrap her head around the identity of the short-haired lady who would play such a prank
on her.