Chapter 150 No One Understands Grandpa Nash
Liz approached him, noticing he was enjoying the candy and even chuckled.
With a slight frown, she asked, "John, want to join us for dinner?"
John caught sight of Liz and nodded.
She smiled again, "I know why you were upset. Was it because I wouldn't let you go out? Is that why you were angry?"
Everyone in the room laughed. Angie looked around, then whispered to John, "Don't be mad, grandpa. They aren't laughing at you."
That mischievous Angie, always quick to make friends, it was the same with Grandma Nash and now with Grandpa Nash.
Eula felt reassured; the children seemed to have a way with the elderly, effortlessly conversing with them from a young age. Of course, back when they were babies, it was just baby talk, and the elderly would respond in kind.
John originally got upset when he heard what Liz said; they still didn’t get what he meant. Was he angry because he couldn’t go outside?
No, it was not seeing his great-grandkids that irked him.
But nobody understood him, not a single soul. Could they blame him for losing his temper?
Yet those three little ones were so sweet to him, offering him candy and combing his hair.
Especially little Angie; she had such a way with words, so comforting.
Eula watched as John gradually calmed down and she too breathed a sigh of relief.
She had thought John was upset because he didn’t want to see them, but now that the kids had cheered him up, she felt at ease.
If their visit had made his condition worse, that would have been a real sin.
The maid wheeled John out of the bedroom to the living room where he watched television. The show playing was Peppa Pig, Angie’s favorite. She watched while munching on some fruit.
Every now and then, she would feed John a bite. Dewey and Rolf, particularly fastidious, helped Angie and John wipe their mouths with napkins, keen to remove any trace of fruit stains immediately.
Eula chatted with Liz, who couldn’t help but occasionally gaze at Eula’s face, struck by her beauty.
Liz had met many people, but none as stunning as Eula, someone whose beauty grew on you the more you looked at her, the kind of look that made you keep liking her more and more.
No wonder Judson was so smitten, she finally got it.
Then the maid announced:
“Ma’am, young master is back.”
Eula hadn’t expected his return. Her eyes darted to the doorway, and their gazes met.
The maid took his coat, and he leaned over to change his shoes.
Angie, seeing him return, grabbed a strawberry and scampered over to him.
“Mr. Nash, you’re back, say 'ahh'!”
Judson lifted her up and brought the strawberry to his lips, taking a bite.
“Mr. Nash, your house is so big, like a castle.”
Judson chuckled. “If Angie likes it, how about you stay here from now on?”
Her eyes sparkled. “Really?”
But in a heartbeat, she shook her head.
“No matter how pretty it is, it's not my home. I like the home I have with my siblings better.”
Judson watched her serious little face.
“If Eula and I get married, this will be your home too. So, Angie, would you help your uncle impress your mom?”
Her big eyes, previously dimmed, suddenly lit up again.
“That's true! I’ll get my siblings to help you!”
