Chapter 777: Chapter 777

“Young Master, I‘d recommend you to undergo a check–up in the hospital when you have the time. You recently returned from abroad, after all. You should get your body checked,” Johnny suggested.

Meanwhile, Arthur furrowed his brows, suddenly feeling that his memories were a little jumbled up; he couldn‘t grasp a certain fragment of it. “I‘m going to make a move. I don‘t feel so good.”

“Alright, Young Master Weiss,” Johnny saw him to the door.

On his way back to the manor, Arthur kept seeing flashing images in his head, but he couldn‘t grasp what any of them were. Frustrated, he grabbed his phone to check the time, only to find a picture of an unfamiliar young woman set as his home screen background. Who in the world pulled this kind of prank? He frowned.

Arthur stared at the picture of the radiant young woman for a few seconds before entering his phone settings to switch the background into his preferred dark tone.

Arthur happened to see Emily approaching in his direction when he returned to the manor. At that, he stopped in his tracks and looked for a couple of seconds, allowing many memories of him and Emily to flash across his mind. However, these memories held no significance to him.

Emily stayed for dinner, and her heart raced when she watched Arthur walk down the stairs and into the dining room. She also noticed something surprising about him – his former sense of nobility and aloofness had returned to him.

This feeling felt different from the one in the morning. Though he also treated her with indifference earlier, the aura he was emitting at the dining table right now was completely different.

Martha, too, was surprised by Arthur‘s expression, and she thought there was a change in his attitude toward her.

“Artie, are you okay?” she asked with concern.

“I‘m fine,” he answered before getting up. “I‘m going to deal with some work.”

Emily looked at Arthur, feeling rather aggrieved at that. Just when I thought I‘d have the chance to talk to him!

Sometime later, Martha decided to have a heart–to–heart talk with Arthur after Emily left. At the very least, she had to find out what he thought about marriage.

“Artie, I hope you can give your marriage some thought during tomorrow‘s succession ceremony. You‘re not getting any younger, after all.” Martha spoke after taking a seat on the lavish couch.

“You can decide on my behalf, Grandma.” Arthur‘s eyes turned warmer as he shut his laptop “I can‘t do that. You have to pick the woman you want to live with for the rest of your life yourself. Tell me, is there a lady you fancy?” Martha could only probe as she couldn‘t disclose the fact that she had met Sophia in private to him.

Arthur narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment. “Emily‘s alright.”

“Emily?” Martha was slightly stumped. “Are you saying you want to marry Emily?”

“She‘s suited to be my wife.” Arthur nodded. “Emily, it is!”

Martha was dumbfounded. Did Artie break up with Sophia? The bodyguards reported that they‘ve already moved in together, and he was even reluctant to come back. Why would he suddenly decide to let Emily become his wife?

“Artie, I won‘t intervene too much on your own happiness. You can just tell me who it is that you like. I won‘t object to it.” Martha had thought it through when she came back this time around. She had never seen Arthur care about a woman so much as he had with Sophia. After mulling over it, she decided that her grandson‘s happiness was more important than family honor.

This time, it was Arthur‘s turn to be surprised. “Is there someone more suitable to be my wife than Emily?”

Stumped, Martha couldn‘t believe Arthur wouldn‘t even mention Sophia. It seemed that he had decided to think of the greater good and marry their kind.

Of course, Emily‘s father was a notable employee of the Weiss Family as well. It would be easier for them to manage things if Emily was married into their family, so Martha naturally approved of this.

“Are you certain it‘s Emily? If you are, I‘ll announce your engagement tomorrow, and we’ll hold a wedding in a few days. What do you say?” Martha looked toward her grandson.