CHAPTER 38 I DON'T BLAME HER

Henry massaged his temples tiredly. "What are you talking about, Grandpa? When did I not respect you or listen to you?"

The old man snorted coldly. "If you really listened to m e, you wouldn’t have gone to see that Conrad girl. Tell me, are you still not giving up on her?"

"Nothing like that!" Henry picked up the coffee that had gone cold on his desk and took a sip.

He knew that he hadn't completely forgotten about Jackie in his heart.

Yet he also clearly knew that they both could never return to how things used to be.

He was only treating her well now because he couldn't stand to watch her die while doing nothing.

"If that isn’t the case, then why are you still seeing that girl? I heard that she is ill right now and you've been taking care of her in the hospital for several nights instead of going home. Is that true?" The old man pounded his cane on the ground.

Henry lowered his gaze. "Yes!"

"Great!" The old man stood up shakily, his face full of anger. "Henry Lancaster, do you remember that you are already a married man?" "I do," Henry pursed his lips.

"Then why are you still messing around with another woman?"

"Grandpa, I'm only taking care of Jackie because she’s sick. What do you mean by messing around?" Henry put his palm over his forehead.

Whether it was in the past or the present...

Nothing had ever happened between him and Jackie.

"What else can you call that other than messing around?" The old man slapped the desk loudly in front of Henry. "Henry, I may be old but I’m not senile yet. But you are not even old yet. Yet why have you gone senile already? The Conrad family is rich enough to hire a caregiver. Why would they need a married man like you to take care of her?" This is property © .

"That’s different. Jackie needs me,” Henry said solemnly.

"Nonsense! Why would she need you? You’re not a doctor. Can you even treat her?" The old man’s face turned dark and there was unconcealed contempt in his eyes. “I reckon that she clearly has some other ulterior motives!"

"Grandpa!" Henry gave the old man a displeased look. " Can you please not think so badly about Jackie?"

"Did I think badly of her?” The old man glared at his grandson angrily. "She’s a witch! I hope you haven’t forgotten what she did back then!"

Henry moved his thin lips as a hint of conflicted emotions flashed across his eyes. "I don't blame her... for what happened back then."

"Henry Lancaster, you sure are very forgiving to not blame her for that incident!" The old man nearly fainted from anger after hearing his grandson's response. "Did you know you almost lost your life because of her?!"

"It was just an accident.” Henry got up, circled the desk, and went behind the old man. He patted the old man's back to calm him down.

"You're still saying that it was an accident!" The old man laughed out of anger and swatted Henry's hand away. "Why do we have a helpless romantic like you i n the Lancaster family? Alright, alright, I

don't want to mention that mess anymore. Let me ask you this, do you plan to rekindle the old flames with this Conrad girl?"

"No." Henry poured a cup of tea for his grandfather.

"Are you sure?" The old man narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously.

Henry placed the tea in front of the old man. "Yes, I've never thought about continuing the relationship with Jackie.” 1

The old man was still unconvinced and continued staring at Henry intently.

After a while, he retracted his gaze and the expression on his face softened. "Fine, I'll believe you for now.

You must always remember that you're a married

man. As part of the Lancaster family, we must conduct ourselves like gentlemen. As for the Conrad girl, you shouldn't be meeting her so frequently. Don’t make Yvonne upset."

"I know. I’ll distance myself away from Jackie once she gets better,” Henry answered faintly.

The old man nodded in satisfaction. "You’re right to think so. From now on, you should mend your marriage with Yvonne. I know you don’t like her, but she is the most suitable wife for you because she can tolerate all your flaws. It’d be best if you two can have a baby soon."

"Yvonne and I already have plans for a child."

The old man paused while drinking his tea and his eyes instantly lit up. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Great! Then Grandpa will be waiting for your good news!" The old man’s mood instantly lifted while laughing happily.

Henry raised his arm and glanced at his watch. "It’s almost noon. Grandpa, you should go back now."

"Fine, I won’t disturb you any longer. Let’s go, Frederick." The old man stretched his hand out to the old butler.

The old butler quickly stepped forward to help him up, "Master, watch your step."

After the old man left, Henry let out a sigh of relief.

However, his expression soon turned frosty.

He picked up the phone on his desk and made a call." Yvonne Frey!"

Yvonne had just gotten out of the cab when she received a surprising call from Henry.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Lancaster?"

"Were you the one who told Grandpa about Jackie?” he asked sternly.

"I didn't tell him that," Yvonne replied.

Henry sneered coldly, "If it wasn’t you, then how did Grandpa find out?"

"It was Sue who told Grandpa." Yvonne went to a less crowded place and explained to him, "Yesterday, when Sue asked about you, I told her that you were with Miss Jacqueline in the hospital. Sue told Grandpa about it after that."

"Who told you to say that?" The veins on Henry's temples throbbed as his gaze turned sharp, "How is that any different from you telling Grandpa?"

Yvonne choked and was rendered speechless.

After a while, she bit her lip and apologized. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect Sue to tell Grandpa..."

"Forget it." Henry suppressed the anger in his heart and drew an irritated breath. "Tell me, what else did you tell Sue? Did you tell her about the bone marrow?" "No, I didn't tell her that," Yvonne quickly shook her

head.

She wasn't stupid. She knew what she could and shouldn't say.

The expression on Henry's face looked significantly better after he heard Yvonne's answer. His attitude softened up a little and was no longer as cold.

"Good. Where are you now?"

Yvonne looked up at the tall building opposite her. "I just reached the Taylor Group’s office."

"Alright, come back soon," Henry hung up the phone.

"He really hung up fast. Would it kill him to say a few more words?” Yvonne muttered under her breath and put away her phone before crossing to the other side o f the road.

Yvonne tapped on the front desk and softly inquired," Hi, I’m the secretary for the Lancaster Group's CEO. I came here to deliver some materials. May I ask if your CEO is available now?"

The staff at the front desk looked up from behind the computer screen. "Have you made an appointment, miss?"

"Yes."

"Please hold on for a moment while I check," the staff lowered her head and checked on the computer.

Two minutes later, she stood up and smiled politely at Yvonne. "Excuse me, miss. Our CEO is now in a

meeting, so I'll take you to the reception room first. Our CEO will be there shortly."

"Sure," Yvonne nodded and followed the staff to the reception room.

"Please have a seat, miss." The staff gestured to the sofa in front of them.

Yvonne thanked her, then smoothed her skirt before sitting down.

The staff offered a glass of water and some small refreshments to Yvonne, then told her to enjoy them before leaving her alone in the room.

This was Yvonne's first time visiting another established company as a secretary. Hence, she felt somewhat nervous at the thought of meeting another CEO like Henry.

“I hope the CEO of the Taylor Group isn't a scary person," Yvonne mumbled to herself, then took out her phone to play some games while waiting for the CEO t o finish his meeting. 1

She played until she lost track of time, but it was after a round game when she heard faint footsteps outside the door.

Yvonne quickly put her phone away, then stood up and looked at the door of the reception room.

The door opened and a tall figure came in. His familiar almond-shaped eyes and the mole under them stunned Yvonne. "It's you!" she pointed at the man and exclaimed in shock.