The Jerk Billionaire And His Doctor Wife

6.Crazy Woman

Shaub's POV:

"Master. Please have your breakfast." Butler Tim stood beside the old man's bed and waited for the old man's response but being the stubborn old man, he is, he did not spare a glance to the Butler Tim.

"Master. The food is getting cold and...you need to have your medicine. Watching TV early in the morning is not good for your eyesigh-" Butler Tim trembled mid-sentence due to the harsh glare from grandpa.

"You old man is saying my eyesight is poor. Your whole family eyesight is poor." Grandpa huffed pressing a button on the remote to change the channel.

I was standing at the door frame while listening to their conversation and I sighed looking at my grumpy old man. Butler Tim shake his head looking at the food on the tray and then at grandpa who was busy changing channels. I coughed entering the room and making my presence known.

"Good morning old man." I greeted while walking yet the old man ignored me as if he didn't hear me.

"Good morning young master." Butler Tim greeted sounding guilty and glanced at the untouched food.

"Old man. You have your medicine?" I asked standing near the foot of the bed ignoring the nervous looking butler Tim.

"Young master. That..." Butler Tim could not speak further as I glanced at the food trolley.

"Old man. You are being naughty day by day. Why haven't you have your breakfast?" I sounded mad standing in front of the TV screen blocking his line of sight.

"Butler Tim! Bring my breakfast here. I will accompany old man." I ordered the butler while walking towards the flat screen and pressed the turn off button.

The screen became black and I turned to see the old man placing the remote on the nightstand with a scowl etched on his face. It's been half a month since the accident and his wound is not healed yet but still, the old man is grumpy as always.

Due to the new projects and meetings, I have not been able to spend much time with him so he is expressing his anger by behaving like a spoiled brat. But I am his grandson who inherit his stubbornness and knew his temper.

The doctor has told him to rest well and not to cause stress to his legs. The old man was also there when he was discharged and he had listened to every word carefully but to provoke me he is being ignorant.

I walked to the sofa at the corner of the room and sat down comfortably waiting for the old man to be infuriated with the deafening silence. Butler Tim then entered the room with the tray full of my breakfast and placed it atop the coffee table. Suddenly, a thought crosses my mind and I glanced around the room.

"Where is the caretaker?" I remembered telling Nate to appoint one and I had seen a middle-aged woman while going to the office every morning.

"Young Master. She..." Butler Tim trailed off glancing at the old man and bow his head down like the obedient servant.

"I got her resigned." The old man said in a stern voice glaring at me.

"Why?" I raised a brow taking out my mobile from my suit pocket.

"She is old enough for me." The old man reasoned out making me stop calling Nate and I placed the mobile on the table.

"Old? How old are you grandpa?" I emphasized the word grandpa and the old man's face became red with anger.

"You don't know your grandpa's age? You unfilial brat." The old man sounded frustrated and I chuckled seeing his response.

"I will call Nate to hire someone young who is still....what do we call it butler Tim?" I purposely asked the butler as he didn't inform me about the dismissal of the caretaker.