Jim stared at Matthew with bloodshot eyes.
He never thought his brother would say such a thing!
All that said was that heâd fooled around with women so much that he was dragging everything onto women.
âWeâre a family, Matthew. Is this how you treat family?â Jim raged. He sprang out of his chair, emanating aggression.
He had actually come back late, but it was because some third-rate model had stood him up. He was still seething.
âYouâre technically my family. Of course I know that.â Matthew sat, completely at ease, on the sofa, long legs folded. Holding a cup of coffee, he looked up slightly and his reply was casual.
Jimâs face started to tremble.
This big brother of his never took him seriously!
âWhat do you mean by that, Matthew?!â Jim couldnât hold back. Usually he grinned and bore everything Matthew threw at him, but he had a temper too.
Seeing the scene before him unfold, the old man didnât make any extraneous comment or expression.
He simply said coldly, âBoth of you get out.â
âGrandpa...â
Louise heard those frigid words and saw the old manâs piercing gaze sweep the room, and her courage hammered away. If Grandpa really lost his temper, then...
Gunpowder seemed to hang in the air above the living room.
Still clutching at Alanâs elbow, Blanca felt his temper surge, and hurriedly smoothed him over. âJust let them go at it, Grandpa. Theyâre red-blooded young men and get impulsive when they talk, you know? Iâm not taking anyoneâs side, but you canât blow your top, Grandpa! Canât mess up your body after all.â
âHah, you really do know how to charm, kid.â The old man was thoroughly pleased. He looked at the two again and said coldly, âFollow me up. Iâll write up your calligraphy. Letâs just ignore them!â
Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant âOkay.â
Blanca looked at the two men, left out to dry. It was really only Jim staring down Matthew like a caged beast. Matthew was still sitting without any regard on his sofa.
His poise... never seemed to break.
The only time it did was probably over that dress...
Blanca tossed that out of her head and helped the old man upstairs.
She truly did cherish familial love. Being with the old man made her happier than she ever had been, until... the old man finished one set of script and Blanca was about to come out after closing the writing room door when Louise suddenly started squealing downstairs. âOh no, oh no!â
âWhat is it now?â
Squawking like a parrot...
Blanca hated this sort of pampered young lady, screeching whenever anything happened. She pointed at the writing room and began, âGrandpaâs resting right now. If you wake him...â
âCome with me.â
Before Blanca could finish, Louise suddenly grabbed her wrist. Her palm was wet with sweat.
Blanca froze.
She rarely got in contact with other people. Much less this closely...
âWhat are you standing there for?â Louiseâs forehead beaded with cold sweat. Her frantic expression didnât seem to be fake. âMatthew and Jim are fighting! Go over there and check on them!â
After Blanca and Alan had gone up, the two had been knives out at each other. Matthew wasnât giving Jim the time of day, but Jim had kept on provoking, and it had ended up like this...
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