Chapter 8 Take Him to See a Doctor
After replying to the message, Daphne tried contacting Evan through a phone call, but couldn't reach him.
Thinking about going to the Lancelot Mansion that evening, she sent him a message to meet tomorrow, saying, "Message me when you arrive in Ivrea City. Let's meet tomorrow."
She felt a bit passive if Evan were to find her on his own. It would be better if she took the initiative to talk to him about this matter.
She sighed inwardly.
If it had been Dad coming, she could have refused more easily, but it was Evan who came...
When she woke up and got dressed, it was already almost six o'clock.
After receiving a call from John, she quickly left the house.
When she got into the car, she saw Charles was already inside. He was still wearing the same suit from noon, his messy hair adding a touch of disheveled charm to his cold face.
Daphne didn't initiate a conversation with him, and the car smoothly headed towards the Lancelot Mansion.
As they were nearing their destination, Charles finally spoke about the matter they needed to discuss, "If my mom asks you why you don't like me, how would you answer?"
"Tell the truth," Daphne replied.
"Daphne."
"Yeah?"
"If you bring up Kayla's issue, Mom, Dad, and Grandpa won't agree to our divorce." Charles appeared even more indifferent.
Daphne found it perplexing. "Who told you I was going to bring up Kayla?"
Charles paused, and a guess crept into his mind. "What do you mean?"
"I just don't like you. That's it." Daphne explained casually, "I find you uninteresting and not worth it."
Her mind was filled with thoughts of Evan now, and she couldn't be bothered to argue with Charles.
Charles wanted to see if she was simply venting her anger, but Daphne's reaction told him that she was serious and truly didn't like him anymore. The moment he realized this, his mood became restless.
An indescribable emotion weighed on the tip of his heart and couldn't dissipate for a long time.
"Mr. Lancelot, Mrs. Lancelot, we've arrived," John opened the car door.
Charles and Daphne got out of the car.
Just as Charles was about to remind Daphne to not mention the divorce until after they finished playing their parts, Daphne had already looped her arm through his and calmly said two words, "Let's go."
Charles was stunned, "..." Why does he feel like Daphne had pretended to be foolish in front of him before?
The Lancelot Mansion, home of the Lancelot family, had a large floor area. They walked into the Mansion, crossed the yard, and entered the living room.
By the time they arrived, everyone else had already gathered. It was just a small family dinner, with only the two of them, their grandparents, parents, and the butler present.
When they saw them, the others greeted them happily. Charles's mother, Laura Lancelot, pulled Daphne to sit next to her, and they chatted cheerfully.
Observing this scene, Charles furrowed his brow ever so slightly, feeling that getting a divorce might not be easy.
"Bill, let's start the meal."
"Yes, my lord."
Soon, dishes with various colors and flavors were brought out.
Initially, they all enjoyed the meal, until Grandpa Marcus Lancelot asked a question, "You two have been married for two years now. When are you planning to have children?"
"No rush," Charles replied calmly.
Marcus seemed to dislike Charles as he said, "I was asking Daphne."
Charles remained silent.
After swallowing her food, Daphne finally answered, "No hurry."
Charles glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
"Is Charles not treating you well?" Laura asked with concern. "If he mistreats you, tell us, and we'll stand by your side."
"Speak up if anything is wrong, don't be afraid," Grandpa added. He genuinely liked Daphne and said, "As a child of the Lancelot family, you shouldn't suffer."
Charles felt the need to remind them, "Grandpa, I am the child of the Lancelot family."
"Is that so?" Grandpa had a mix of love and resentment towards his grandson. "Daphne plays chess with me, has coffee with me, and listens to musicals with me. What have you done with me?"
"Didn't you ask me to manage the Lancelot Group?"
"No."
"..."
"Grandpa, try this," Daphne handed him his favorite steak using shared utensils. "It's your favorite."
"I still like Daphne better," Marcus immediately felt pleased.
Charles felt a bit superfluous.
Daphne had successfully delighted their elders, and he felt a hint of happiness that he hadn't realized before.
When Daphne had just married him, Grandpa didn't approve of her. Although his parents were polite to her, they didn't particularly like her either.
In an aristocratic family, status matching was emphasized. However, by the time he officially married Daphne, despite their dissatisfaction, they didn't show it too openly.
As time went on, Grandpa started to like Daphne and would frequently call to ask if she had free time. Charles spent most of his time at the company, so he simply passed the phone to them.
Let them contact each other, not knowing what exactly happened between them, but their relationship kept getting better and better.
But one thing is for sure, to receive the kind of love from Grandpa, it takes more than just sweet words and handling things well.
At dinner, because of Daphne's atmosphere regulation, everyone ate happily. Daphne understood the family well.
After the meal, some things needed to be discussed, but it was not appropriate to talk about them at the dining table.
"Charles, go to the kitchen and cut some fruit for Daphne," Laura instructed with a gentle and elegant demeanor, "You do it yourself."
Charles glanced at Daphne and said, "Alright."
As soon as he left, Grandpa and Laura focused their attention on Daphne.
Charles's father, Hayden Lancelot, read his newspaper, occasionally listening to their conversation.
"Daphne, be honest with me, is there any special reason why you haven't had children for so long?" Laura asked in a more tactful manner.
Daphne was taken aback.
Before she could react, Laura asked, "Does Charles have any health issues?"
"No," Daphne didn't know how to respond all of a sudden.
"You don't need to cover for him," Grandpa said in a kind and amiable manner, wearing a suit, "After this long without children, it must be Charles's issue."
Daphne: "..."
Just as Charles came in with the fruit, he said: "..."
Hayden noticed and raised an eyebrow, looking at Charles with a meaningful gaze, "Charles, do you have erectile dysfunction?"
Charles's face turned dark, "You're the one with erectile dysfunction."
"If I had erectile dysfunction, then how did you exist?" Hayden said.
Charles: "..."
"Charles, bring the fruit to Daphne quickly," Grandpa shouted loudly at Charles.
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