Titus Zane quickly stood up, "Grandfather, there’s no need. I have plenty of clothes in T city. I can just bring them over; there’s no need to waste more."
"Hmph!" Samuel Zane approached and sat on the sofa before glancing at his granddaughter, his authoritative gaze barely concealing his shrewdness.
"Don’t think I don’t know your little schemes, thinking that by going back to get your clothes you won’t come back again.
Let me tell you today, I let that rascal go back also because he helped you once, otherwise given his previous attitude towards you, I could very well make him penniless overnight!"
Though I’ve retired, my connections are still there. To bankrupt a company is but a word away.
Having her intentions guessed, Titus Zane felt powerless, but even more so, indignant.
She stepped forward to face Samuel Zane, protesting discontentedly, "Grandfather, how can you be so domineering!
I’m an adult, and I have my own thoughts as well as the freedom to choose who to be with. You can’t just impose your wishes on others simply because of the power you hold in your hands."
"You have your own thoughts?" Samuel Zane let out another cold snort, gazing displeasingly at his granddaughter with undisguised scorn for her naive immaturity in his eyes, "Is your idea the sort where others sell you off and you even help count the money for them?
Just like your mother, prone to seeing a bad person as good after a few sweet words, and you keep insisting you’re an adult, but what kind of adult marries off their sister without regard for public opinion and societal judgment!"
Exposed by her grandfather, Titus Zane’s momentum dwindled, and she murmured with her head lowered, "Back then, I did it also because I saw Ariana Evans was heartbroken and sad."
"That’s why I say you are naive! Fooled by a few sweet words from the bad guys, someone with your personality could easily be taken advantage of by many while alone out there." Samuel Zane spoke with righteous indignation, then the tone softened, and he turned and sighed, "For the future, Grandfather needs to help you out more, find you a reliable family to marry into, so even when I pass away, I can rest in peace."
"Grandfather..." Titus Zane called out plaintively, and Samuel Zane turned his gaze back, his expression stern as he spoke harshly.
"Don’t think you can persuade me with a gentle approach, as long as I’m alive, I will not let you be with that rascal!"
The escape plan failed, and Titus Zane was dejected, sitting at the dining table with a sullen expression even at breakfast.
It must be said, Abigail Zimmerman really treated her like her own daughter, seeing her eyes swollen, she commanded the housemaid to prepare ice, and after breakfast in the room, helped her apply it to her eyes.
Resting her head on Abigail’s lap, Titus Zane softened her tone to seek help.
"... Aunt, Nathan is really good to me, can you please plead with grandfather on my behalf..." Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽
"Silly child, your grandfather is still furious, the more you plead, the angrier he gets. Better wait until he cools off before discussing it."
"But I want to go back now, and after what grandfather did to Nathan last night, I don’t know what’s happened to him..."
Titus Zane’s worries brought laughter from Abigail Zimmerman, "You child, what could happen to him? He’s a grown man, it’s not like he’s going to something rash, right?"
Abigail held the ice gently pressing around her own eyes, her movements gentle, "Stop worrying about such nonsense, accompany your aunt to the mall later, it’s getting cold, just in time I need to get some new clothes too."
"Aunt..." Titus Zane pleaded unrelentingly, as Abigail sighed helplessly, "Silly girl, didn’t you say that rascal loves you? If he can’t even withstand this little obstacle from your grandfather, what right does he have to claim he can protect you!"