Chapter 175 Kicked Out by Your Granddaughter
Rex offered a reminder, "Marcus, he's back."
"So, he's back, what's it to me?" Marcus snorted coldly, clearly having a bone to pick with Charles. He had waited all day.
And in the end, only Charles showed up.
Charles knew, especially after the last incident, that his standing in the family was low, but fortunately, he was quick to adapt.
Seeing Marcus's lack of interest, Charles didn't get upset. Instead, he simply sat down and slowly sipped his tea.
The more composed Charles was, the more unsettled Marcus became!
Finally. after moving a piece in his game with Rex, Marcus lost his patience to continue.
"I'm done," Marcus huffed, and couldn't help but rant, "Seeing some people just gets on my nerves."
Charles's lips parted slightly, "Is it just because I didn't bring your granddaughter back that you're this upset?"
Hearing him say this... Marcus grew even angrier, "Then why did you come back?"
"Should I leave?" Charles said effortlessly, his tea-drinking gesture both proud and indifferent.
Marcus itched to swing his cane at him. ‘Such an irritating guy. He knew neither of these two were reliable; Daphne was the real deal.’
"Don’t be upset. She will arrive in Ivrea City tonight," said Charles, setting down his teacup, every single move exuding arrogance, "Along with her father."
Upon hearing that... Marcus paused.
A wave of unexplained nervousness came over him, as he asked, "I remember Daphne said she wasn’t on good terms with her family. After your trip to Gedser, have you met Daphne's family?"
"I did," Charles replied, his eyes deepening before adding, "It seems their relationship has improved."
Marcus felt somewhat relieved to hear this, but then another thought struck him, bringing a complexity to his frown as he inquired, "How did you get along with them?"
"It was all right at first," Charles spoke in a halting fashion, his tone indifferent yet somewhat relaxed, "But halfway through our conversation, your granddaughter kicked me out, and we haven't had a chance to speak again since then."
"That’s good!" Marcus complimented.
Charles was silent. He didn't bother asking if he was related to him; after all, if he did, Marcus would just say he wasn’t.
"Shouldn't we prepare a bit?" Marcus cared a lot about these things, "You've been married to Daphne for two years and haven't even met her family. Now that her dad is coming, shouldn't we make a good impression?"
Looking back on it now, that guy really did a lousy job. He married the gal and never even told her parents, didn't follow any of the usual customs. It was downright embarrassing!
"No need," Charles refused, "Daphne wouldn't like it."
Marcus and Rex, both of them looked at Charles as if they'd seen a ghost.
Charles noticed their puzzled expressions and raised his attractive brows slightly, "What's up?"
"I have reason to believe this is fake," Rex said in his usual carefree manner.
Marcus chimed in, "I have my doubts too."
Charles's brow ticked up knowingly, catching onto their teasing, "What do you mean by that?"
"You haven't considered things from Daphne's perspective at all these past six months," Marcus stated bluntly. He had seen how Charles had been towards Daphne, and at first, he didn't think much of it, assuming their relationship had just hit a rough patch and didn't interfere. It was only later that he understood it was all about someone named Kayla.
Back when they had just gotten married, Charles was really good to Daphne. If only things had continued like they had when they had just married, they might have had a child by now, instead of facing divorce.
Charles was taken aback.
"I always told you; you'd regret it if you got divorced," Marcus looked at him with increasing disapproval, "You didn't believe it."
Rex raised his brows slightly, that nonchalant tone in his voice, "You really do regret it."
"No," Charles insisted stubbornly.
"That's best," Marcus glared at him before stating his piece, "It just so happens that some old folks want to find a bride for their grandson, we could introduce him to Daphne."
Charles felt like Marcus existed just to annoy him, "She won't accept."
"It's not a blind date, just young people making friends," Marcus's tactics were deep, "There's no way Daphne would refuse."
Charles fell silent.
With the pretense of making friends, Daphne would probably agree out of respect for Marcus. Marcus never quit stirring up trouble.
"If you're not afraid of drifting further apart from her, then go ahead and arrange it," Charles wouldn't let anyone know his thoughts, at least not now, "I have no objections."
Marcus paused, unable to read him. ‘What was this guy trying to say?’
"I'm going to change my clothes," Charles stood up, his long legs particularly good-looking, "You guys stay and chat."
After leaving, Charles went to his room and changed his clothes. Once changed, he sat on the couch, idly playing with his phone.
Marcus knew the people he was talking about.
During his contemplation, he switched to his alternate WhatsApp account, found the individuals in question, and created a group chat. Whenever he had to add someone on WhatsApp whom he wasn't familiar with, he would use his alternate account to maintain his privacy.
Once the group chat was set up, messages began to bubble up immediately.
[What's going on?]
[Looks like Charles started this group chat?]
[Did someone hack his account? There's no way Charles would start a group chat. He hasn’t spoken a single word to us since we added him as a friend.]
[@Charles, Charles? Did you start this group?]
Everyone was expressing their confusion.
Charles, seeing that everyone had joined, typed out a terse message with his slender fingers.
Charles: [It's me.]
Those two simple words stood out succinctly among the flood of messages, silencing the group momentarily.
Everyone clutched their phones, wondering what was happening. Why had Charles created a group chat? Had they somehow offended him?
The group members didn't dare say much in the chat and quickly started a private discussion in a separate group to talk it over.
Charles, observing the silence that followed his message, waited patiently. He guessed they were having a private conversation.
After about five minutes, once everyone was sure they hadn't upset Charles, they felt brave enough to respond in the group chat.
[Suddenly starting a group, is there something you need?]
[I’ve got it, is it Marcus’s 80th birthday, and Charles, you want to give Marcus a surprise?]
[That must be it!]
[Charles, if you have any requests, just let us know.]
Even though they hadn't talked much with Charles, Marcus often praised Charles to them, always urging them to take a leaf out of his book. Consequently, in their eyes, Charles epitomized the model child everybody talked about.
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