Chapter 154 Can't Upset Grandpa Anymore
Eula ran downstairs, just as they were returning from their walk.
Dewitt stepped forward upon seeing her flustered appearance and asked, "Mommy, what's wrong?"
Eula's face was still flushed as she smoothed her hair, "I'm fine, we should head back now."
Liz and John seemed reluctant to leave, having enjoyed their walk and playtime with the children.
Both of them loved kids and were sad to see them go, secretly hoping they would stay the night.
Liz stepped forward, taking Eula's hand gently, "Eula, why don't you all stay over tonight? John's had such a wonderful day; he doesn't want to say goodbye to the little ones."
Recalling the incident from earlier, Eula didn't dare to stay.
"Grandma, the kids have school tomorrow, and I've got work. We better get going now, but we'll come by to see you again soon," She said, tugging gently at Angie's sleeve. "We should head out."
And with that, the family of four left Nash estate, the car slowly making its way out of the grand property.
John watched as the house returned to its usual quietness, his face set in a stern expression.
Just then, Judson came down the stairs, passing through the living room. "Did they leave?" he asked casually.
"Judson, come here, I need to ask you something," beckoned Liz.
Judson walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, a faint trace of worry on his handsome face.
Liz poured him a cup of tea. "Try this; it was a gift from Eula. It's not a fancy brand, but it tastes exceptional."
He knew when Eula gave gifts, they were always of fine quality.
Judson took a sip and glanced at John, seeming quite energetic. But he wondered how long it would be until he fully recovered from his illness.
"Judson, have you ever been with a woman without taking precautions?" Liz asked suddenly.
The more she looked at those two kids, the more she saw the resemblance to Judson. She felt a particular closeness to them, especially Angie, as if she could be her own great-grandchild.
After a moment's thought, Judson remembered just that one time, which wasn't a dream, but he couldn't find the woman. And it was Eula's likeness that had him so captivated.
"Grandma, you don't need to worry about that," he reassured her, trying to rise from his seat. But Liz added.
"When I look at Dewitt and Rodolfo, they remind me so much of you as a child. Couldn't they possibly be your kids?"
Liz's expression was serious, heavy with suspicion but also fear of the potential truth.
Judson glanced at John, whose breathing was becoming labored—he had always favored Kristina.
If the three children really were his offspring, John might pass out from sheer outrage.
How could he not know if they were his? He had no ties with Eula - it was impossible for the children to be hers.
"No, Grandma, you're probably mistaken. The kids are cute, yes, but don't all kids look somewhat alike?"
Besides, it had been over twenty years. Could Liz really remember his childhood face that clearly?
Liz nodded. "Well, as long as you know the truth. Just remember, don't leave a woman with a child without taking responsibility. Raising a kid alone is a hard job."
Hearing this, John rolled his eyes back in consternation and fainted.
The house staff panicked and rushed to his side. "Mr. Nash, Mr. Nash... What's wrong?" they cried out in alarm.
Liz was startled by her husband's sudden outburst, "John, I won't say it anymore, never again. Isn't it enough that I follow your wishes?"
