The Grant family’s old house.
Shelly sat on one side of the couch with an old calendar, coquettishly smiling to amuse Alan Grant’s.
“Grandpa, what do you think about setting the wedding on this day?”
“This day is fine, this day is good, but in advance to have to watch the weather in advance.”
Alan Grant smiled and narrowed his eyes, holding up the presbyopic glasses on his face and holding the calendar closer.
“Let me study it.”
Jim Grant half collapsed into the couch, looked sideways at the two men next to him, and grunted.
If it weren’t for the power of The James family, there was no way he would have chosen Shelly, a person who was so good at control but so hypocritical that it sometimes made him sick to look at.
He withdrew his gaze and raised his eyes to see the two at the door, his tone mocking.
“What’s the big brother and sister-in-law doing standing at the door? Have you done something so bad that you don’t even dare to enter your own home?”
Matthew Grant swept his face with a stern look, led the person beside him into the house, and said indifferently.
“Grandpa, call us back for something?”
“Hey … ah?” Alan Grant heard the voice before he came back to his senses and snapped the calendar in his hand onto the coffee table in front of him, “Matthew, Blanca, you’re back, have a seat.”
“No, I see you seem to be quite busy, and Alice can’t be without Blanca to look after.”
Matthew Grant spoke without a trace of emotion, holding Blanca Roach behind him, with no intention of staying.
“Are you still mad at Grandpa?” Alan Grant sighed and took his presbyopic glasses off and put them aside, “I know it’s aggravating to Blanca, but didn’t The James family and Shelly come to the house and apologize too.”
“No.” Matthew Grant still sounded cold, standing in the same place, “Grandpa, if you have something to say, just say the word.”
“How do you talk to your grandfather!”
Wilbert Grant came down the stairs, his anger evident on his face, leaned over and sat on the couch in the middle, his eyes sweeping directly over Blanca Roach with a cold snort.
“I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t called you back!”
“Well, cut the crap, it was just supposed to be a call back for dinner and a little family chat.”
Alan Grant interrupted and gestured at Blanca Roach.
“Blanca, you’re not still mad at Grandpa, are you? Just do Grandpa a favor and sit down first.”
“I …”
Blanca Roach was a little embarrassed, and just when she wanted to say something she was pressed by Matthew Grant and pulled her to sit on the sofa next to her.
“That, Blanca,” Shelly coughed lightly and spoke slowly, “I was going to ask you to finalize the design of the jewelry for me, but now it seems that you are not available for that.”
As soon as these words were spoken, Blanca Roach knew what she meant and sank her face, her tone cold.
“If Miss Shelly is in a hurry, I can prepare it for you, after all, you The James family also came to apologize, I am not willing to make you wait.”
Shelly face stiffened, from the hand ruffled a little hair on the side of the ear, then said.
“I’m afraid, now you are distracted, I heard that yesterday there are many people to your studio.”
“How my studio is doing seems to have little to do with Miss Shelly.” Blanca Roach pulled the corner of her mouth, stared straight at her, and said word for word: “But it seems that Miss Shelly cares a lot about my studio, she is really well-informed.”
“Naturally I care about you, otherwise I wouldn’t have lost news of my engagement jewelry.”