Matthew Saxon gently twisted open the door.
"Grandfather, did you want to talk to Scarlett and me?"
Ian Douglas was lazily leaning on the leather chair, rubbing his forehead with one hand. When he heard the door open, he lifted his head.
Although he managed to maintain a youthful appearance, looking just over forty, his looks still managed to charm quite a few women. But being over sixty, no matter how young he seemed, his age was still past half a century, and a bit of fatigue was evident on his face.
After some time of exhaustion, his complexion didn't look very good.
This was the first time Scarlett Yates saw Ian Douglas after returning. Last night she suddenly had a fever and was lying in bed in a daze, without even going downstairs.
Ian Douglas didn't say anything, just stared at them for a while, then suddenly smiled, sighed, and said, "I had some things I wanted to say, but since you've brought your wife back, I don't have much to say anymore."
