Having received the consent, Old Mr. Jones already began to imagine in his mind what it would be like to get something back from the Pearson family later.
Without noticing it, Sebastian called Dzune out.
“Mr. Grant, what do you want to see me about?” Standing in the hallway, Dzune inquired.
Sebastian nodded, “Go pack your things, I will send you to the airport in an hour.”
What?
Dzune looked up in surprise, “But Mr. Grant, didn’t you say you were taking Old Mr. Jones to the Pearson family?”
This sudden change of mind, Old Mr. Jones can not agree!
“You just go and pack.” Sebastian replied, “I’ll arrange it.”
This-
Well!
Dzune didn’t want Old Mr. Jones to go to the Pearson family and make a scene, so he hesitated and agreed to Sebastian’s order and went to pack.
With only an hour to spare, it was a simple matter of packing a little bit of clothes and daily necessities, filling only one suitcase.
Dzune went downstairs first and put the suitcase into the trunk of the car.
When he turned his head, he saw Old Mr. Jones coming downstairs, ready to go out to the Pearson family.
When he reached the entrance, Sebastian handed him a glass of water, “Moisten your throat, or you won’t be able to swear.”
“You underestimate me!” Old Mr. Jones pushed away in disgust, “Go argue with the Pearsons’ gang, do I need to curse?”
“If you can indeed argue with Max, forget I said that.” Sebastian said lightly.
At those words, Old Mr. Jones’ mind immediately went to Max’s.
He was a Lashrey prick, and extremely protective.
Maybe he would really mess up.
Thinking of this, Old Mr. Jones will not hesitate to drink the glass of water.
“A little sweet, you added honey?” Old Mr. Jones asked.
Sebastian nodded his head, “Yes, honey for the throat.”
Old Mr. Jones gave his grandson an appreciative look before heading out the door.
Halfway down the road, the glass of honey water began to take effect.
Old Mr. Jones leaned against the car window and quickly fell asleep, unable to wake up.
Dzune tried to push several times to no avail, finally reacted, “Mr. Grant, you added sleeping pills to the water?”
“Yes.” Sebastian replied, “The effect of this medicine is not too strong, it should only be halfway, grandpa will wake up, then you have to Dzune yourself to endure.”
Sebastian said, with guilt in his eyes, handed Dzune a pair of earplugs.
Dzune mouth corner twitch, “Mr. Grant you really thoughtful ah!”
“Can’t help it, must be prepared on first, otherwise when you two scold me together, I’m under a lot of pressure in Lashrey.” Sebastian replied.
After a pause, but his eyes became sincere, “Then Dzune, my grandfather will leave it to you, I have arranged someone to take care of your food and living over in Ireland, and I will come to take you home when next month.”
Dzune replied, “Just one month, I’m afraid it’s not enough time for Old Mr. Jones to get over his anger.”
Since they were going to be sent abroad anyway, it would be better to let them stay abroad for a longer period of time.
When Old Mr. Jones is no longer angry, he can come back to pick them up again.
“A month will be enough.” Sebastian’s tone had a certainty in it, “He’ll be over it by then.”
At that, Dzune’s eyes crossed a wave and asked tentatively, “Mr. Grant, you purposely left Old Mr. Jones, is there something you want to do?”