Filed to story: Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me
“Look. First, her father passed away, and then, her mother too. Now, Old Mr. Joneson has fallen seriously ill. W-Will his grandsons be next?!”
“No way. Don’t blabber nonsense. How could it all be fated? Stop your nonsense before anyone hears it. You’ll be doomed!”
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Elspeth halted in her steps and eavesdropped on their interesting conversation.
Frank was concerned when he noticed she had stopped walking and was listening in on a conversation behind the rockery.
“Don’t think too much about it. None of those incidents have anything to do with you. I’ll have them kicked out of the house right now. What a bunch of useless gossipers!”
If anyone tried to talk back behind him like that, he would probably break their limbs.
“There’s no need. Don’t you think they sound reasonable?” Elspeth caressed her chin, seemingly unbothered by them.
“Reasonable?” Frank almost snickered out of anger. “Have you gone nuts due to grief? People are having fun talking bad about you, but you find them amusing?”
“When did I find them amusing? I just think what they said makes sense. Whoever is related to me is more or less unlucky. You should be extra careful too, Frank.”
He gasped, almost unable to hold back from choking.
She must have been waiting to tease him!
He couldn’t believe that his words of comfort earlier and how he stood up for her were completely in vain since she was completely fine.
However… Seeing how normal she was made him feel even more distressed. He couldn’t help feeling bad for her.
What kind of misery did she have to go through to sculpt herself into such a strong and invincible person?
Elspeth wasn’t bothered by the episode that happened just now. Subsequently, she followed Frank to Michael’s backyard.
Contrary to her expectation, Michael’s backyard was not as magnificent as she imagined. In fact, it was fairly simple.
This was also the first time she had visited this place, but she had a feeling of d?j? vu.
Right! Helena’s house seemed to have similar furnishing.
After taking a few more steps into the yard, she noticed how luscious the trees that almost blocked the path they were walking on were.
Frank pointed to a room near the wall. “That is Grandpa’s room. When you enter later, knock on the door three times.”
Elspeth nodded. Maybe this was another rule set by Michael.
“I won’t go in with you. You’re on your own.”
Frank was trying to avoid the situation this time.
Seeing how impatient he looked, Elspeth was slightly surprised. “Why aren’t you going in?”
“If I go in with you, he’s definitely going to nag at me. Besides, I don’t think he wants to see me now.”
He’s right. Elspeth pondered for a moment and decided not to force him to come with her.
When she knocked thrice on the carved wooden door, a furious voice sounded.
“I said I don’t want to see anyone today! Get out!”
Hearing how furiously energetic he sounded, she figured that there was no major issue with him.
“I’m Elspeth.”
As soon as she blurted those words, the old man went silent.
It took a while before a manly and stern voice sounded. “Come in.”
Frank was right. Michael only wanted to see her now.
Elspeth pushed the door gently and saw Michael sitting on the bed while leaning against the wall. He was also visibly more haggard than before.
“Hello, Old Mr. Jones.” Elspeth walked up to him and greeted him politely.
“Your mom has passed on, yet you still aren’t willing to call me Grandpa?” At the mention of his late daughter, Michael knitted his brows with a sorrowful expression.
“These are two different things.”
Despite the fact that Helena had just passed on alongside that Michael was not in a good mood, she didn’t find the need to sacrifice herself and tolerate him.
It didn’t fit her character at all.
“What brings you here then?”
Michael knew that the purpose of her visit was most likely to ask about her mother.
“Frank told me to come. He said you might want to have a chat with me.”
“Frank told me to come. He said you might want to have a chat with me.”
“As expected of my grandchild. He knows me best.” Michael presented a rare smile on his face.
“What would you like to tell me?”
Elspeth looked around the room and picked a chair to take a seat.
“Instead of me telling you what I want to say, why don’t you tell me what you’d like to know about your mother?”
Michael was a seasoned old man. Thus, he wasn’t willing to tell her everything.
He was going to wait for Elspeth to ask him so that he could make a deal with her.
Unfortunately, Elspeth inherited his personality and was even more meticulous than him.
“I don’t find the need to dwell on past events now that my mother is gone. Just say what you want to say. Otherwise, forget it.”
Elspeth picked up the apple on the table and took a bite. The apple was crunchy and tasted sweet, as expected of the food quality in Joneson Residence.
“I underestimated you.”
Elspeth raised a brow and offered him an unfathomable smile. “I thought you knew me well.”
“Fine, then. Let me tell you about your mother.”
“I’m all ears.” Her ears twitched in interest.
After that, she listened to his hour-long narration of Helena’s life.
Even though she had heard about her mother’s story before, she was still shocked to hear it again.
Helena used to be called the Princess of Blaydal as her gorgeous appearance alone attracted many men and made them fall head over heels for her.
Moreover, she was the daughter of the Joneson Family in Blaydal. Her family background was enough to make others admire and envy her.
Back then, her mother was attracted to her father, a poor man, among the exceptional men from wealthy families.
Ouch! According to Michael, a man who couldn’t even afford to pay fifty million was considered poor!
Seeing how disgusted Michael looked at the mention of her father, she silently broke into a cold sweat on the latter’s behalf.
As expected, not everyone was comparable to the power of the Joneson Family.
“You didn’t know how enraged I was when your mother told me that she was going to marry that poor guy. I immediately grounded her after hearing that.”
