CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER 113: ETHAN GRANT IS JEALOUS

Ethan Grant, from a young age, was steady and mature.

Possibly due to the family environment, at the age of five, Ethan started living independently with Old Master Grant.

While other children went through rebellious phases and impulsive teenage years, Ethan was already wise beyond his years.

He worked methodically and never acted on impulse.

No matter what he did, he would think through everything in advance, considering if it was worth doing.

When in kindergarten, the teacher handed out small animals, and outstanding students got to choose them first to take home as pets, but Ethan would refuse.

Even then, he knew that raising a pet meant taking responsibility for it. A dog’s life is only about ten years, and he would be sad, so he simply decided not to have one.

Ethan is someone who knows how to avoid losses.

So emotions and women, from a very early age, were merely concepts to Ethan.

He was overly rational. To him, absolute reason left no room for hormonal impulses or love.

He never imagined he would one day act impulsively, wanting to help a woman fight for child custody.

It was all loss with no gain.

"Think it through," Ethan said, looking at Yvette Aston.

Once he made a decision, he wouldn’t change it.

He didn’t care about gains or losses, didn’t care about offending the Jennings Family, and cared even less about reputation and such.

Even if it brought trouble, with Ethan’s ability, he was completely indifferent.

"Being with the Jennings Family does seem much better than being with me," Yvette slowly loosened her fingers, smiling with resignation.

Besides, she couldn’t afford to owe Ethan too much.

"Mr. Grant... I’ll go up alone later; there’s no need for you to follow, as it’s a family matter," Yvette said softly.

Ethan frowned slightly but said nothing.

He was actually angry just because Yvette called it a family matter.

Just because Henry Jennings and she had Summers, their matters became family affairs. So what was he, her titular ’husband,’ considered? An outsider? Was he really just seen as a partner in cooperation?

With a huff, Ethan spoke in a deep voice, "Call me if anything happens, even just a buzz."

Yvette glanced at Ethan, opened her mouth. "Is Mr. Grant this good to all his partners?"

She wasn’t sure what she was expecting—was she hoping to be the only one among all his ’partners’ who was different?

With her head down, Yvette clutched her fingers self-deprecatingly and got out of the car.

Ethan watched as Yvette entered the hotel, feeling inexplicably restless.

...

The suite’s living room.

Old Master Jennings’ laughter could be heard through the hallway.

"Aww, did you see? A little genius, just as smart as Henry was at his age,"

Old Master boasted. In just a few hours, he had already become extremely fond of Summers.

"Grandpa, my mom says these things are simple and not worth boasting about. One should be modest," Summers said, sitting on the carpet, having solved all the intelligence puzzles in his hands.

It was clear that the old master liked Summers. He didn’t even need to do another paternity test to acknowledge Summers’ identity.

The child was just too endearing.

"Summers!" Henry had arrived at the hotel first and rushed into the room, picking Summers up. "Grandpa..."

Old Master Jennings’ face instantly darkened, and he snorted, "You don’t even answer my calls now, Henry. Have you really grown wings?"

Henry had been at odds with Old Master Jennings for quite a while over taking Yvette away last time. No matter how much the old master tried to reach him, Henry refused to come home.

That day, they faked a heart attack to trick him into coming back, but Henry found out and ran away that night, refusing to answer any calls ever since.

It was out of sheer necessity that he came to Meridia himself, wanting to see how this little vixen, Yvette Aston, managed to capture his grandson’s heart.

Of course, since he was in Meridia, the great-grandson was the top priority.

"Grandpa, this has nothing to do with Yvette or Summers. You shouldn’t have taken Summers away without a word!" Henry felt what the old master did was inappropriate, but he couldn’t criticize him too harshly.

"I wanted to go with grandpa," Summers took it upon himself to explain for the old master.

Henry was slightly stunned, looking at Summers in his arms. "Why?"

Summers was silent, saying nothing.

He actually didn’t really want to acknowledge Henry as his dad.

He preferred Ethan more.

But he knew what a paternity test meant.

It meant that from a genetic and blood relationship standpoint, he was Henry’s son.

He understood that with a paternity test, they could take him away from his mom.

Summers was too smart; he needed to take preemptive action. He didn’t want his mom to be bullied, nor did he want Old Master Jennings to take him away.

He made a great effort to demonstrate to the old master that his mother’s education was successful. He was happy with her, and his school was even the best gifted class in the country.

He would study and grow more diligently until he had enough ability to protect his mom in the future.

He was fighting for himself to stay by Yvette’s side.

"Old Master, Yvette is here," the assistant led Yvette in.

This was Old Master Jennings’ first time meeting Yvette.

He had to admit, Yvette was very pretty with a delicate face—definitely the type men would like.

Henry’s taste wasn’t bad. The old master had investigated Yvette. Apart from the matter of being a fake wealthy heiress, whether it was being the provincial top scorer or the title of a genius girl back in the day, both were fitting for Henry.

It’s just a pity.

Fake is still fake.

"You should be thankful your genes are good, and yet you try to hide it from our Jennings Family? Your schemes are too loud," Old Master Jennings said in a deep voice with a tone that was not kind.

Summers climbed down from Henry’s arms and ran to the old master. "Grandpa, do you like my mom? My mom is very kind."

Old Master Jennings cherished Summers, also knowing it was inappropriate to criticize Yvette in front of the child. "Your mom’s smartest choice was giving birth to you."

Summers, with his chubby little face, was the epitome of adorableness. "Grandpa, my mom came to pick me up. We’re going home now, but I’ll miss you."

The old master couldn’t stop smiling and, not wanting to scare the child, silently permitted Yvette to take Summers away.

As for the discussion about Summers’ custody, they would find a time to talk alone tomorrow.

The child was innocent.

"Mom, let’s go home," Summers turned to hug Yvette, looking up at her.

Yvette smiled at Summers, then glanced nervously at Old Master Jennings.

"Summers, take the toys and gifts with you," Old Master Jennings had people buy Summers many clothes and shoes, piling them up like a small mountain.

His great-grandson could not be dressed like a child of poverty.

Even though Summers looked good in anything.

"No, Grandpa, Summers really likes you, but mom said we can’t take other people’s things. None of this is Summers’," Summers shook his head, refusing.

Yvette felt a sourness in her nose and, with her head down, held Summers’ hand.

She didn’t need to explain anything. Summers’ upbringing was the most convincing explanation.

The old master instinctively glanced at Yvette. A greedy woman teaching her child not to randomly take other people’s things? "Summers doesn’t like these clothes and toys?"

There was a longing in Summers’ eyes. "Summers likes them, but mom said that for things we like, we should strive to achieve them ourselves and not rely on others to give them."

The old master gave Yvette a meaningful look. "Henry, take Summers out first. I need to talk to Yvette."