Chapter 21: You Are My Granddaughter!
Irene originally wanted to refuse.
She had plans for the afternoon, having scheduled a painting session with Emil at her house, and she was quite looking forward to it.
At this moment, Barton’s assistant came out of the elevator to greet the police, and upon seeing her, he smiled and invited her again, “Miss Irene, please join us. The boss really wants to meet you and thank you personally.”
Irene had no choice but to ask for the room number, bought a bouquet of flowers, and hurried over.
Before entering the room, Irene heard laughter.
“Is this the lady who saved our Palmer? We are truly grateful!”
As soon as she walked in, Irene was stunned.
This was the best private hospital in City A, and it was a high–end single room. Despite its spaciousness, six young men filled the room, making it quite
crowded.
Irene widened her eyes.
Robertson was sitting on the sofa, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
He was dressed in a simple linen suit with a white silk scarf around his neck, sitting there like an old gentleman from an ancient noble family.
This old man had experienced decades of ups and downs and economic turmoil in Country Q, witnessing countless schemes and human nature. He was very imposing and particularly composed. Compared to Robertson, Decker was like a low–quality imitation.
Besides Robertson, Palmer was lying on the bed.
Irene looked over and saw a man not very old, with short chestnut hair, fair skin, a high nose bridge, red lips, and perfect facial features. His eyes were filled with a smile that would make any woman dizzy.
Irene felt something strange in her heart.
She glanced around; the seven young men of the Norman family each had their own characteristics, but it couldn’t be denied that they were all exceptionally handsome.
However, she had no desire to draw them for admiration now.
Stefan, who was playing chess with Robertson, also looked over and smiled.
He wasn’t wearing a suit today, and his casual young man’s clothes made him look less cold and more energetic, still unbelievably handsome. still unbelievably handsome.
Irene realized again that her gaze toward the seven young men of the Norman family was entirely different from how she looked at Emil and Stefan.
Robertson looked at her, and Irene pushed aside her thoughts and nodded politely.
She walked up to Robertson, her smile just right, neither ingratiating nor humble, and respectfully said, “I don’t deserve to be called a savior; it’s the hard work of the agents and police officers.”
Seeing Irene’s face clearly, Robertson’s chess piece fell onto the board with a crisp sound.
Everyone looked over, and Robertson stared blankly at Irene.
Irene frowned slightly. Although she felt uncomfortable being stared at, there was no malice in Robertson’s eyes, so she endured it for a moment.
This young girl looked so much like his beloved when she was young.
Suddenly, Robertson remembered something..
This young girl lived in the South District? Wasn’t that where his granddaughter lived?
Could it be that this young girl was his granddaughter?
Robertson excitedly asked, “Child, do you live alone? In the South District, right? Your parents are not your biological parents, are they?”
The question was too abrupt.
Stefan paused and looked over.
He was always smart and sensitive, naturally knowing about his friend’s lost
little girl many years ago. Instantly, his blue eyes filled with something more..
The others also stopped their conversations and looked over.
The seven young men of the Norman family, understanding their grandfather well, immediately saw the expectation in Robertson’s eyes and exchanged glances.
Irene frowned.
These questions were too personal for her, and she replied indifferently, “I live. with my grandmother. I don’t understand why Mr. Robertson is asking these questions.”
Seeing the young girl upset and hearing she lived with her grandmother, Robertson nodded dejectedly.
“I’m sorry, young lady. I made a mistake. I apologize ”
Seeing Robertson’s dejected demeanor, Irene felt a pang of softness in her heart. She couldn’t bear to see the elderly sad and comforted him, “Your granddaughter will surely come back safely. As long as there’s hope, God will bless you.
Robertson smiled, “Thank you, young lady.”
Suddenly, Stefan asked, “Miss Irene, how did you know the Norman family was looking for someone?”
Irene turned to look at the composed man sitting there.
She smiled, her beautiful eyes tinged with red.
“Of course, I guessed. The old gentleman asked if I had biological parents first; isn’t that obvious enough?”
Stefan chuckled softly, “I thought Assistant Barton told you. It doesn’t matter how you knew. Miss Irene saved Palmer, so you’re one of us.”
An agent who had been watching suddenly said, “Miss Irene, have you really never considered becoming a police officer? Such good reasoning skills are truly a shame.”
Irene felt helpless; this person hadn’t given up yet.
The agent shrugged, knowing this would be the case, but just expressing a
miment.
Robertson looked at Stefan curiously. Stefan, being stared at, remained calm.
When did you start considering someone as one of your own?”
“Old sir, my life was also saved by Miss Irene. It’s better not to offend her.” Stefan smilled
Robertson shook his head without probing further.
This young man was deeply scheming, full of cunning. Palmer was no match for him. It was unclear how these two, with completely different personalities and bobbies, became good friends.
Robertson had also wondered if the engagement between Stefan and his granddaughter was a mistake.
But at the time, Stefan’s business was at a critical point, and the Norman family was not doing well either. Only this way could the two families temporarily bind together.
The results proved this decision was very beneficial.
But now this engagement… seemed unnecessary.
Robertson sighed, changing his mind again about agreeing to Stefan’s request to cancel the engagement.
Among the younger generation in Country Q, there were very few who were not sentimental, not promiscuous, almost without flaws, and suitable for his granddaughter. None could compare to Stefan.
Forget it, he still had to keep this person for his granddaughter.
“So, you’re saying you’re fine now? I don’t agree to cancel the engagement!”
Robertson snorted coldly, “No way!”
Stefan was helpless, “Old sir, these are two different things.”
“Grandpa, you’re too old–fashioned. Young people don’t care about
engagements nowadays.” Palmer, lying on the bed, couldn’t help but speak up
for his friend.
“Besides, what if sister comes back and doesn’t like the engagement?”
Chapter 21. You Are My Granddaughter
Robertson frowned, but it made sense.
“Then let my granddaughter cancel the engagement with you when she comes – back!”
Stefan nodded. He didn’t expect to cancel the engagement today; having room for negotiation was enough.
After finishing their conversation, the other young men had almost finished entertaining the police and agents.
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