Chapter 167 I Hope You Don't Become Like Your Father
When Dermot arrived at Doyal Mansion, Bruce was already waiting at the door. Seeing him, Bruce hurried over. "Mr. Dermot, you finally came. Mr. Doyle has been waiting for you."
"How is he..." Dermot frowned, feeling heavy-hearted. "How is his mood?"
"Not good. You should be prepared," Bruce answered truthfully.
Dermot nodded and walked towards the study on the second floor.
Knocking on the door and entering, the study was pitch-black, with only a lamp illuminating the desk. A white-haired old man sat there, lonely.
"Grandpa," Dermot spoke as he walked towards Grandpa Doyle.
Hearing the voice, Grandpa Doyle looked up and stared at Dermot, his gaze deep and silent for a long time.
Dermot stood there, saying nothing.
After a while, Grandpa Doyle sighed. "Tell me, what's going on between you and Natalie?"
Dermot didn't hide anything and truthfully told Grandpa Doyle what had happened last night. He added, "Grandpa, please don't worry. I will handle it."
"You will handle it?" Grandpa Doyle's gaze turned cold. "If you can handle it, then what about all those rumors online? Are you planning to marry her?"
"A woman like her, don't even think about entering my family.”
"The Doyle family always valued honor and reputation. If Dermot doesn't marry Natalie now, it would affect the reputation of the Doyle family. After all, netizens don't know the specifics."
"I have already decided that Evelyn is my granddaughter-in-law, and I won't let anyone else be." Grandpa Doyle said.
Especially a woman like Natalie, who stops at nothing, if she enters the Doyle family, will this family have a peaceful life?
Upon hearing this, Dermot's emotions were complicated, happy and sad at the same time.
He sighed, "Is she that good? To gain your approval like this."
"I don't know if she's good or not, but I know she's the most suitable for you," Grandpa Doyle said with certainty, leaving Dermot puzzled.
Dermot wasn't a fool. He could sense from Grandpa Doyle's unwavering attitude towards Evelyn that there was something fishy going on.
But he didn't ask further, partly because he knew Grandpa Doyle didn't want to say, and it wouldn't be useful even if he did ask, and partly because of himself...
"If you can't be ruthless to that Natalie, I will handle it." After a while, seeing Dermot's silence, Grandpa Doyle spoke again.
Dermot shook his head, "I have my plans. There's no need for you to intervene."
"Are you sure you can handle it?" It wasn't that Grandpa Doyle didn't trust Dermot, but he knew his grandson well and understood his inner softness.
"I can." Dermot nodded, Grandpa Doyle's worries were completely unnecessary for him.
The moment Natalie drugged him, their years of friendship turned to ashes.
"We, the men of the Doyle family, have always been devoted and loyal. If you like Evelyn, you must love her for a lifetime, do you understand?" Grandpa Doyle's eyes were filled with concern.
"I understand." Dermot nodded.
"I hope you don't become like your father."
Dermot's back stiffened in an instant, memories from the past surged into his mind, making his face pale.
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