The contents of the letter left old Mr. Foley in disbelief, causing him to tremble and take two steps back.
The tableware in his hands fell to the ground with a clatter.
“No, how could this be?”
Seeing Great-grandpa’s strange reaction, Oliver guessed that there must be something wrong with the letter his grandfather had brought.
He couldn’t help but curiously ask Great-grandpa what had happened.
Old Mr. Foley, holding back his worries, glanced at his two innocently radiant grandchildren.
He didn’t want the children to know about this matter, so he could only pretend that nothing had happened and forced a smile.
“It’s nothing, just some company matters. You’re too young to help with anything.”
Cierra, lifting her delicately carved little face, suddenly sighed.
“Then I’ll wait until I grow up and help Great-grandpa. For now, I need to eat more to grow faster.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she bravely took a small egg tart in front of her and stuffed it into her mouth.
Old Mr. Foley, seeing this, smiled in relief.
“Alright, then let’s wait for Cierra to grow up and help me.”
“Cierra is so good. Take your egg tart and eat it in your room. Your grandfather and I have some things to attend to.”
“Okay then.”
Cierra didn’t really want to leave; she hadn’t seen her grandfather for several days and was hoping he would take her to the amusement park.
Today, she finally got to see him, but it seemed like the timing was off.
Well, she thought it’s better not to disturb Great-grandpa and grandfather and be a good child for now.
The servant helped pull out the chair, and Cierra, swinging her little legs, ran upstairs with a plate of egg tarts.
Old Mr. Foley called out to remind her to slow down, then turned to Oliver and said:
“Oliver, you go too, and keep an eye on your sister. She has a weak stomach and can’t eat too much.”
“Okay.”
Oliver had noticed it too; Great-grandpa’s smile was forced, and there was undeniable worry in his eyes.
“Great-grandpa, go talk to grandfather, I’ll take good care of Cierra.”
“Good boy, go ahead. I’ll definitely buy you toys when I’m free.”
Channing smiled and gently stroked the child’s head, watching him leave the hall.
His thoughts returning to his son-in-law facing danger, Channing’s smile disappeared, and his expression turned serious again.
“They want one billion dollars, what do we do? Do we really prepare the money?”
A billion dollars might not be much for them, but there’s no guarantee that the other party won’t release Kelvin and Cheyenne even if they receive the money.
Old Mr. Foley also thought of this, but he dared not gamble Kelvin’s life.
Although he often found fault with Kelvin, he couldn’t just ignore Kelvin’s danger.
“What else can we do? It’s not that I can’t spare the billion dollars; I just feel the other party’s intention might not be as simple as just wanting money. If they were really after the money, then not just a billion dollars, even if it was ten billion, I would give it!”
Channing’s intuition told him that the billion dollars was just a probing move by the other party.
If they compromised this time, the other party would definitely become more demanding!
This time it’s a billion dollars, next time it might be ten billion, a hundred billion… or even something more important than money.
So, in his view, the money-cannot be given!
Because the Foley family had wronged Cheyenne first, so over the years, old Mr. Foley had been very polite to Channing.
Today was the first time he lost his temper at him.
“Kelvin is not your grandson, so you don’t care, right? Maybe you are still angry about Kelvin failing Cheyenne back then. But you’ve just been tolerating it for the sake of the two children.”
“If something happens to Kelvin, you might immediately find a stepfather for Oliver.”
The last sentence dropped, and old Mr. Foley also realized that he had gone too far.
He had spoken in anger without thinking.
Channing’s face was grim and cold. Old Mr. Foley regretted his words. “Channing, I didn’t mean what I said earlier. Please don’t be angry.”
He opened his mouth to explain, but Channing interrupted him.
“No need to apologize to me; actually, you were right.”
“Over the years, I indeed have harbored resentment towards Kelvin. When I wasn’t by Cheyenne’s side back then, he made her suffer so much.”
“I’m angry at his actions, and also at myself for not protecting Cheyenne well.”
“Later, when Oliver and Cierra were born, I had no choice but to accept Kelvin as my son-in-law.”
“Old Mr. Foley, ask yourself, whether it’s Omari, Iker, or even Benson, they all genuinely cared for Cheyenne.”
Kelvin only won over them because of the children.
Cheyenne is a person with a kind heart; she couldn’t part with her children; otherwise, someone like Kelvin truly wouldn’t deserve her.
“I know that initially, the Foley family wronged you. But later on, Kelvin changed; he’s trying to atone, isn’t he?”
“Ha, so I hold no prejudice against him.”
Channing, with his hands behind his back, made old Mr. Foley feel even more uncomfortable with his next words.
“I know you don’t believe me. But I still have to tell you that now he is not only your grandson but also my son-in-law, Channing, and the father of Oliver and Cierra!”
“Anyone dares to touch my son-in-law, they must first see if I agree!”
With that, Channing coldly turned around and left.
Old Mr. Foley was still pondering his words.
Yes, it wasn’t only him who cared about Kelvin. He was too anxious just now and accidentally angered Channing.
When Cheyenne returned, he would personally apologize to Channing.
For now… Old Mr. Foley finally decided to follow Channing’s arrangement and hold off any action to see what the other party would do next.
Meanwhile, up at the second-floor staircase, Oliver and Cierra were hiding behind a flowerpot, eavesdropping.
Cierra, with wide innocent eyes, looked at her brother, puzzled.
“Brother, did Great-grandpa and Grandpa have a fight?”
They were so fierce just now; it almost scared Cierra.
Oliver, being older, drew a rough picture of the issue from their quarrel.
“Yes. Let’s go back to our room, and I’ll play blocks with you.”
“Ah, not blocks again. I’m tired of them.”
“Sister… Let’s go find Brother William, shall we join him for fishing?”
Brother William?
Hearing this name made Oliver glare at her, shaking off Cierra’s chubby hand.
“Cierra Foley, remember this, you only have one brother, me. Understand?”