Jaelynn stormed off, leaving the not-so-empty hallway suddenly quiet, with even the sound of a dropped pin echoing through it.
Iker, his tall and slender figure leaning against the wall, was smoking, but he quickly stubbed out the cigarette upon seeing a girl in hospital attire coughing.
Only two drags in and still plenty left, it was a shame, but he tossed it anyway.
Glenn used to smoke too before Kate got pregnant, but he had completely quit now.
After some thought, he strode over to Master Iker, “Thanks for stepping in back there, Master Iker.”
It wasn’t just about Jaelynn; if she broke loose, his wife could be in danger due to delayed treatment.
Iker merely glanced at Glenn nonchalantly upon hearing his voice, then shifted his expressionless gaze to the emergency room door, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
“Master Glenn, no need to thank me. I did not come for you, but for her.”
To be honest, Master Glenn also admired Cheyenne, but he couldn’t understand why formidable men like Kelvin, Omari, or even the war god Iker would be smitten by her.
Cheyenne was capable, but her personality… too fiery and hot-headed, just thinking about it gave him a headache.
“Anyway, I must thank Master Iker, so thank you!”
As he spoke, Glenn reached out a hand.
After a brief hesitation, Iker shook his hand, giving a dry chuckle, “Jaelynn may be fierce, but her hidden strength is unfathomable. Watch yourself if you cross her.”
At that, Master Glenn smiled bitterly, his gaze turning more determined, “I know. I won’t sit idly and wait for my doom.”
Whether it was Kate or Sasha, they were his life!
Touch his life, and he’d take theirs!
Even if it meant toppling the entire Weaver family!
Onistead.
The Edwards family was cleaned up to welcome guests.
Not only the son-in-law of the old master was coming, but also his grandson-in-law.
Layne told the butler not to make it too grand, but he himself had been glancing out the window since morning.
Layne had stepped down from being the head of the Edwards family three years ago. Now, Cheyenne was the head, and even those who disagreed within the family had to suppress it.
They just couldn’t grasp the Thirteen Needles, while Cheyenne not only mastered it but also developed the Fourteenth Needle from it.
On this merit alone, she was more than qualified to be the head of the Edwards family.
Originally, Wind Hall should have been passed down to her, but Cheyenne had too much on her plate with family matters, so the old master continued to assist her.
Apart from being the hall master of Wind Hall, he spent all his other moments on Chinese painting.
“Why aren’t they here yet? So slow!”
An elderly man with silver hair, dressed in a white traditional suit, stood at the doorway, anxiously waiting. He wore a pair of ordinary black cloth shoes.
Growing impatient, he returned to the sofa, picked up the remote, and randomly tuned in to a program. It happened to be a TV series starring Kate.
“That little girl used to follow Cheyenne around like a shadow, but she’s doing quite well now. What’s her daughter’s name again? The last time I saw her, she seemed quite charming.”
He was referring to the gathering before Christmas, where Cheyenne, Kate, and others dined together with their children. It was when Layne had made a video call and caught a glimpse of Sasha, who was unlike his own daughter, Cierra.
Sasha was quiet and well-behaved, while Cierra was mischievous. But Layne preferred Cierra.
When Layne mentioned this, Yvonne suddenly remembered something and slapped her forehead, exclaiming, “Oh my, I completely forgot! I didn’t buy enough yarn!”
“Cheyenne gets along well with Kate. It doesn’t feel right to only knit sweaters for Oliver and Cierra.”
Old Mr. Edwards couldn’t help but have a wry smile as he watched her come up with ideas one after another. “Aren’t you a diplomat? How come your memory seems to be getting worse?”
Yvonne was about to turn fifty this year and had transitioned from being in front of the screen to working behind it, educating and nurturing others. However, she was still considered a national goddess in the eyes of many.
Four years ago, during the three-month city lockdown due to the outbreak, Layne fell seriously ill. At that time, Cheyenne had just given birth and was busy with medical treatment, unable to spare any time.
Yvonne took care of him during that period, and through time spent together, feelings developed between them. After the pandemic, with the persuasion of everyone around them, Layne finally embarked on a late-life romance.
However, Yvonne suggested that they forgo a wedding ceremony. She just wanted to accompany him through their golden years.
They quietly obtained a marriage certificate from the civil affairs office, and with a simple meal shared with close friends and family, they considered themselves married.
Due to Yvonne’s work obligations, she had to stay in Onistead. Therefore, Layne moved from Shedale to the branch of Wind Hall in Onistead, making it easier to manage his business.
Their son-in-law, Channing wanted to invite them to live in his villa, but Layne found him too intrusive and firmly declined the offer.
So Channing could only set aside a day each month to visit them.
In truth, Channing felt quite awkward around Yvonne because their ages were comparable, and Selah used to be good friends with Yvonne.
Now he had to address her as “mother-in-law.”