Chapter94 Their Father
Judson arched an eyebrow; not having given much thought to the news as he had mostly forgotten about Grandpa's reaction.
Having regained consciousness—how had Grandpa already caught up with the entertainment headlines?
It dawned on him that Grandma must've roped him into watching with her.
Back when Grandpa was in good health, he wouldn't have dreamed of tuning into such fluff, let alone indulging Grandma by watching the trivial news.
Now that he was ill, he was at Grandma's mercy, which brought a chuckle to Judson.
He could almost picture Grandpa's reluctant face, forced to watch despite his objections.
"Judson, are you listening?" Grandma Nash broke into his thoughts.
"Oh, Grandma, I'll come over tonight," he responded hurriedly, then hung up.
She heard the phone click as she disconnected and watched Elder Nash point at the TV screen with growing excitement, almost tumbling from his wheelchair.
"Calm down. Judson's coming to talk it through with you in the evening," she reassured him.
After hanging up, she sighed deeply, wondering to herself why Elder Nash was so taken with Miss Lowe of the Lowe family when she thought Eula was just as good a match.
Sure, Eula had children—three of them—but the Nash family wasn't short on funds to take them in comfortably.
If Eula were to join the Nash family and have another child or two, it would certainly liven things up.
Elder Nash turned toward her, growing increasingly agitated and trembling noticeably.
She regretted involving him in the entertainment news today, deciding that she couldn't risk it again—his excitement was too dangerous, risking another stroke or worse.
With the maid's help, she stood and maneuvered Elder Nash's wheelchair out of the main house. They strolled in the garden, basking in the soothing sunlight that provided just the right amount of warmth.
"You must get better, okay? Let Judson make his own decisions. You just stick with me, and let's enjoy a few more years together—we can't leave Judson alone in this world."
Judson had lost his parents early in a tragic accident that claimed both their lives and those of his brother and sister-in-law, making him the sole survivor of the Nash family.
The grandparents doted on him, treasuring every moment, unwilling to let him face the world by himself.
A hint of a smile gleamed in Elder Nash's eyes. His body might have been frail, unable to speak or move with ease, but his mind was sharp as ever.
Slowly, he lifted his hand and took hold of hers. His face settled into a serene expression.
Grandma Nash chuckled and laid her other hand on top of his, comforting him. "You understand me, don't you? No more shenanigans. Judson will come by tonight and explain everything."
During her lunch break, Eula had taken Angie and Mary to the hospital. After managing to squeeze in an hour's leave, she finished the treatment, dropped the two off at home, and then headed back to the office.
She arrived precisely at 3 PM, pushing the door to the CEO's office open before declaring, "Judson, I'm back on time, so no need to dock my pay, huh?" They had agreed: only one hour of leave without any pay cut, and she would compensate by working late.
But instead of Judson, she found Kristina perched in his executive chair, swiveled away from the desk. Hearing Eula's voice, Kristina spun around, arching an eyebrow and smiled provocatively.
"Eula, how's the life of a working stiff? Always rushing around for a meager salary—it's pretty sad, isn't it?" She lifted her hand, admiring the diamond-encrusted nails. "But with three kids to support, it can't be easy, can it? Why not track down their father?"
