The car drove on the road, except for the sound of breathing other is quiet.
Blanca Roach half leaned back in her seat, looking out the window, with an indescribable tangle hidden under her eyes.
Why did things turn out this way?
“Blanca, come here.”
Matthew Grant could feel the sadness in his little woman’s heart, reached out and scooped her up beside him, pressing her hand to his shoulder, his tone low.
“Do not think too much, when we find out the truth everything will be clear.”
“But how can this be.” Blanca Roach simply shrunk into his arms, skimmed, “I did not believe that there was a relationship with Isabel, but today that Oakes and Isabel have so many layers of relationship.”
“Isabel, we are so good, how will …”
“Sometimes we can’t take things at face value, or just listen to what a person says.”
Matthew Grant’s heart flooded with heartache, reached out and rubbed the swirl of her hair, comforting.
“Just because you listened to Oakes alone today, or what he wanted you to see and hear today, doesn’t mean it really happened, so it’s still up in the air if it has anything to do with Isabel.”
“You’re right.”
Blanca Roach didn’t get up and motioned her neck over his shoulder in agreement.
It wasn’t that she was necessarily suspicious of Isabel right now, but she was both torn and confused, not at all sure how to proceed.
Judging from the group of people who came to her door yesterday, the implications of this were so great that it could have dragged The Grant family into it.
She blinked and sighed lightly as her fingers buttoned Matthew Grant’s shirt with a hitch.
“I really think it’s so hard, and I’m really kind of at a loss for what to do right now.”
“I’m here.” Matthew Grant increased the strength on his arm and leaned sideways with her, “It’s not a big deal, let’s start with your studio, I’ll get someone to keep an eye on Oakes’ side.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the phone beside him rang.
Matthew Grant glanced at the screen, the look under his eyes sparse and gloomy, pressed the answer button.
“Hello, is something wrong?”
“Young master.” The butler on the other side of the phone lowered his voice, seemingly avoiding other people, “The old master wants you to take the young lady back to the old mansion tonight, and says we should have a meal together.”
“Got it.”
“Miss Shelly and young master Jim are also there, and it looks like the old master is not in a very good mood, so you’d better not contradict.”
“Well, we’ll go over there tonight.”
Matthew Grant hung up the phone and glanced at the little woman in his arms before snapping it aside.
“Shall we go back to the old house for dinner tonight? I’ll instruct Mrs. Brown to look after Alice for a while, and then put her to bed when you get back.”
“I heard everything.” Blanca Roach skimmed her lips, still lying in his arms, “It’s okay, just go, anyway, sooner or later, this matter can not be hidden from grandpa.”
It is true that it cannot be concealed, and there is no stopping someone from tipping you off.
This time grandfather can know so quickly, probably with Shelly can not be unrelated.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a meal.”
Matthew Grant’s mouth is comforting, but his face is gloomy, thin lips tightly pursed.
When this thing is over, some people should be cleaned up, so as not to be too rampant all dare to bully his people’s heads.
“I’m not worried about it, just be honest when the time comes.”
Blanca Roach blinked, instead her whole body relaxed and looked sideways out the window.
There was no point in keeping it to yourself at all, since you’d been called straight back anyway.