Chapter 102 A Henpecked Husband
After Kimberly and Dorothy left, Gregory stayed at the doorway, not moving.
Henry smiled and waved, "Gregory, come on in. Planning to stand there all night?"
Gregory frowned and said, "Let's get a different room."
Henry looked confused, "What's wrong with this room? We've always had our drinks here. Why the sudden change?"
Before Gregory could answer, Quinn got up and walked out, "I agree, let's get a different room."
He'd had enough of this place. With his severe OCD, he couldn't stand being near those women. But Henry, being childish, always did what Quinn disliked, just to annoy him. If it weren't for the important matter he had to discuss with Henry today, he would've left long ago. Now that Gregory was here, he saw no reason to endure it anymore.
Watching them leave, Henry was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed. "All I did was call for two hostesses. Do you guys really hate them that much?"
Despite his complaints, Henry called the club manager to arrange a new room.
In the new room, Henry walked over to Quinn and Gregory, and just as he was about to sit down, Gregory kicked him. Henry stumbled and fell.
Holding his aching knee, Henry looked at Gregory, "Gregory, what the hell?!"
Gregory pointed to the farthest sofa, "You, sit there. You smell awful."
Henry sniffed himself but he only smelled women's perfume and nothing awful. "Doesn't it smell nice?" he muttered. As someone who often mingled with women, it was normal for him to carry the scent of perfume. A few guys drinking together without some women's company would be boring. He was just enjoying life!
Just as he was trying to make sense of the situation, the usually indifferent Quinn spoke up, "He's afraid of getting the perfume scent on him and not being able to explain it to Abigail when he gets home."
Henry was momentarily stunned, then understood, looking at Gregory with a teasing gaze. "No wonder you're acting so strange tonight. You're afraid Abigail will misunderstand!"
"So what? Is that not allowed?" Gregory said, staying clean to avoid Abigail's misunderstanding.
Henry took off his perfume-scented jacket and tossed it aside, teasing, "Gregory, you should take a good look in the mirror."
"What do you mean?" Gregory asked, looking puzzled.
Henry sighed, "You're the perfect example of a husband under his wife's thumb. All that macho image is gone."
Gregory’s lips curled slightly, and his eyes softened at the mention of Abigail. He glanced at Henry and said calmly, "You're just jealous that I have a wife and you don't."
Henry felt a pang of hurt, silently sat back on the sofa, and drank without saying a word.
Quinn glanced at Henry's expression, his thin lips curling into a smile, amusement flashing in his eyes behind his glasses.
Gregory had been in the room for about half an hour when his phone rang. He answered, and whatever he heard made his face change instantly.
"Wait for me, I'll be right back," he said.
He hung up, grabbed his suit jacket, and headed out. "I have to go. You guys keep drinking."
Henry, rarely seeing him so anxious, asked, "What's wrong? Why the rush?"
Gregory's face was serious. "Andy called. My mom isn't feeling well. I need to check on her."
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The White Manor was in chaos. Andy had called the family doctor to treat Grace. The servants were silent, and Elaine and Roman stood by Grace's bedside, heads bowed.
Entering Grace's bedroom, Gregory saw her lying pale on the bed. She looked very weak, her face haggard.
Seeing Gregory, Grace waved him off. "Why did you come back? I'm fine. Andy always makes a fuss."
Gregory walked to the bedside, holding Grace's hand tightly. "Mom, where do you feel unwell? What did the doctor say?"
Before Grace could speak, Andy explained. "The doctor said Mrs. Grace had a heart attack and needs to rest quietly, avoiding any emotional stress."
Andy glanced at Elaine and Roman with anger in his eyes. Grace had suffered a lot since marrying George. Despite her efforts to take care of her health, her condition hadn't improved.
Yesterday, Roman brought Jessica home and had a big fight with Elaine, causing a great deal of distress to Grace and making her feel unwell. She had been holding it in, and tonight she couldn't bear it anymore. A servant discovered her condition while delivering food.
The doctor said it was fortunate they found out in time, or the consequences could have been severe. Heart diseases could be very serious, sometimes coming on suddenly and potentially fatal.
Fearing the worst, Andy had called Gregory immediately.
Gregory's expression darkened, his cold eyes sweeping over Elaine and Roman. "If you want to cause trouble, do it outside. Don't make a scene at home."
Elaine recoiled under Gregory's cold gaze. She instinctively wanted to defend herself. "Gregory, you shouldn't blame us. Grace was already weak. It's not entirely our fault!"
Seeing Gregory's face grow darker, Roman tugged at Elaine's sleeve, signaling her to stop talking. They were indeed in the wrong. He now regretted his impulsive decision to bring Jessica home, which led to Grace's condition.
Lying on the bed, Grace sighed deeply and said to Roman, "Your mother is right. It's not entirely your fault, but I stick by my advice, marry Jessica if you want, but don't regret it later."
"Grandmother, I won't," Roman frowned. Jessica was the love of his life; he couldn't possibly regret marrying her.
However, he knew that not interfering didn’t mean acceptance. If Grandmother didn't approve of Jessica, she might be bullied by Abigail after marrying into the family. Roman didn't want to see that happen.
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