CHAPTER 127

Nina was a bit at a loss and politely greeted, “Hello, Grandpa George.”

George’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. This matter had never reached his ears before, but then he burst into a hearty laugh. “Well, well, you’re all grown up and married now. When did you get married? You and your grandfather are cut from the same cloth. Such a big event, and you didn’t even inform me. It’s a shame I’m only meeting your wife now.”

George and Nash’s grandfather were comrades in their youth. They had shared life and death together, fought side by side on the battlefield, achieved many successes, and made significant contributions. However, they later diverged in their future paths. George entered politics, while Nash’s grandfather pursued business, leading to less interaction between them.

George scrutinized Nina and nodded approvingly. “She’s a fine girl, Nash. You have good taste. This young lady seems kind-hearted.”

Nash explained, “Our marriage was kept simple, without any publicity. And since you were abroad, we didn’t inform you. She prefers a quiet life, and we’ve been low-key all along.”

George didn’t seem too bothered either, remarking, “You guys are quite different from other young couples.

“She’s been through a lot because of you,” he continued.

As a daughter-in-law of the York family, she had never been publicly acknowledged. It was natural to feel overlooked when others weren’t aware. Despite that, she endured with dedication, not vying for anything, already proving herself a good person.

Nash didn’t refute it, saying, “She certainly did.”

Nina couldn’t help but glance at Nash, unsure if he was simply reassuring George or if he genuinely meant it. Others might find their secret marriage odd, but he would use her as an explanation to address those doubts.

She didn’t entirely object to this tactic, as she also put in considerable effort to keep their relationship concealed. However, when he suddenly remarked that she had endured hardships, it made her feel acknowledged, as if her efforts hadn’t gone unnoticed over the years.

“Nina, are both your parents still around? How many people are there in your family, and what line of work are they in?” George was inquisitive about Nina, as any elder naturally would be.

Nina could understand and was about to speak when Nash preempted, “Nina comes from an ordinary family. Her parents are both working-class.”

George nodded in understanding

and remarked, “Being ordinary is just

fine, in fact, it’s more than fine. Nash, don’t misunderstand me. As an

elder,

it’s

my duty to ask about your

wife so I can stay informed. As long

as your relationship is strong,

nothing else really matters.” Content

With his reassurance, Nash felt at ease. Nina hadn’t said much, but she realized that George was easygoing, cheerful, and kind.

George talked too much and started coughing Nina quickly poured him some water, adjusted his pillow to make him more comfortable. She was quite good at taking care of people.

George took a sip of water. “Nana, don’t fuss. Just sit down.”

His affectionate way of addressing her was also a form of approval.

Nina replied, “It’s okay. Taking care of you and Nash has become second nature to me. I’m used to it.”

George looked at Nash

disapprovingly. “This won’t do. Nash,

as a man, should take care of you You’re a girl. Nash should be the one taking care of you. This won’t.

Nash. A real man shoulde

care

of his wife. That’s the bottom line.”

He lectured Nash sternly.

George’s words warmed Nina’s heart. He was just like Nash’s grandfather-respectful and caring towards women.

Listening to the advice, Nash said, “Grandpa George is right.” He took Nina’s hand and pulled her into his arms. “I’ll take good care of Nina from now on.”

Nina also wanted to maintain Nash’s image: “Grandpa George, please don’t misunderstand. Nash has always been good to me and has never mistreated me.” “That’s good to hear,” George said, relieved. A man who cherished his wife would be happy in marriage.

“Grandpa George,” came a voice from outside. Though Nina hadn’t seen the person yet, the voice sounded familiar. Melody walked in holding a bouquet of flowers.