Matthew Grant drove the car without turning his eyes, just half of his face can be seen his tense emotions, the whole person with a chill.
Blanca Roach gulped and smiled dryly, trying to digress.
“So, did Alice take it to The Grant family’s old house?”
“Mrs. Brown took it with her.” Matthew Grant’s tone was light, looking at her sideways at the red light, his eyes deep, “Nothing more to say?”
“Just a coincidental encounter at the mall and a few words.”
Matthew Grant’s gaze was heavy, looking at Blanca Roach for half a day, and then turned away to start school, did not speak again.
In fact, he probably guessed what happened without having to say anything, except that he wanted to hear it from his little woman herself.
The car soon arrived at the old house, and it was already dark.
The two of them had only just reached the door of the house when they could hear Alan Grant teasing the children inside and laughing himself.
Blanca Roach pursed the corners of her lips and felt some comfort in her heart.
Alan Grant saw the two of them still smiling and waved at them, his voice cheerful.
“What took you two so long to get back, come on in, you’re all waiting for dinner!”
Blanca Roach followed Matthew Grant’s gesture to Wilbert Grant and hurried up to hold Alan Grant.
“Grandpa, you take it slow.”
“I’m fine, I’m in good health.”
The table was seated before the sound of a car came from the courtyard of the old house.
Jim Grant hung back and came in from the doorway, shot a glance around the room, and grunted, his tone mocking.
“It’s a lively house today. Yo, if it isn’t cousins and sisters-in-law. It’s been a long time.”
If it wasn’t for these two people, he wouldn’t have gone to Africa to suffer for a year, and he remembers this account clearly.
Matthew Grant’s face became colder and colder, and he didn’t say anything back.
“Sit down when you’re back, dinner will be served soon.”
“Yes, yes, yes, grandpa.”
Alan Grant turned his head to look at Blanca Roach, gave her a chopstick of food, smiled and asked.
“Blanca, is this Alice’s 100th day coming up.”
Blanca Roach froze for a moment and lowered her eyes to think about the fact that it was indeed almost 100 days.
“Yes, grandpa, if you don’t tell me, I haven’t even remembered, Alice is indeed going to be 100 days.”
“So have you thought about what to do?”
“Just like today we can have a meal together, Alice is still a little kid after all, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to have a big event?”
Blanca Roach was thinking of just having a simple celebration, she didn’t pay much attention to formality, what was important was that Alice was safe and healthy.
“That’s not going to happen! I can’t have a 100th birthday party for The Grant family’s grandchildren!” Alan Grant countered Blanca Roach’s idea with a fierce tone.
“However, I have already thought about it, I will hold the 100th day banquet at the old house, and I will personally host it, and invite all those powerful people in S-town to come here, so that my grandson can be properly identified.”
Blanca Roach was a bit flattered, and just wanted to say no, but Matthew Grant preempted her.
“I agree.”
Alan Grant smiled and narrowed his eyes, and looked at Wilbert Grant, “What do you think?”
“Dad, do what you say.”
“Then it’s decided!”
Blanca Roach was forced to accept the decision of the 100-day banquet the whole time, blinking her eyes, and now there was no way to refuse if she wanted to.
Matthew Grant put a dish on Blanca Roach’s plate and lowered his voice in her ear.
“Eat quickly and get some energy.”