Matthew Saxon was so angry that his face turned dark, and he snapped, "Are you really my grandfather? Watching my marriage fall apart makes you happy?"
Ian Douglas looked up and gave him a glare, "Would these things happen if you didn't cause trouble outside?"
On this matter, Matthew was at fault, and after being rebuked by Ian, he couldn't find a way to refute it.
He pressed his lips tightly together, wore a cold expression in silence, and after a few seconds, coldly said, "Anyway, I've already taken care of it, so stop bringing it up."
Ian chuckled, his fingers tracing a circle along the edge of the teacup, bowing his head to blow away the few floating green tea leaves on the surface, "Are you afraid Scarlett will remember what a scoundrel you were and all your previous efforts would be in vain?"
Matthew was anxious, "Grandpa!"
Ian couldn't help but laugh aloud, finding it amusing that he could make his grandson, who loved to challenge him since childhood, anxious.
