He had always been dissatisfied with Sean Lentz, his son-in-law, but his daughter was fond of him, so he let it be.
Over the decades, the couple’s life was relatively smooth, so he didn’t comment further.
But he was no fool; he knew his daughter wouldn’t have traveled all this way back to the country to stay for no reason. If it were merely a quarrel caused by Sean, she definitely wouldn’t have come so far. It must be that Sean had done something excessively wrong.
Elly wanted to say something more but was interrupted by a stern look from the Old Master.
"Everyone come inside," the Old Master said, looking toward Sean and his daughter.
Ivy Lentz glanced at the few people in the room, then walked up to the Old Master with a pleasing expression, took hold of his arm, and shook it coquettishly:
"Grandpa, mom and dad had an argument. Please talk to her, tell her not to be mad at dad, okay? At her age, being so willful isn’t good."
Elly Campbell knew what Sean had done. Originally, this was her aunt’s family matter and she didn’t plan to get involved, but what nonsense was Ivy Lentz talking!
Does she not know what her own father did?
Fine, even if she doesn’t know, is it her place, as a daughter, to criticize her mother for being willful because of her age?
Elly Campbell’s face darkened. But since her aunt hadn’t said anything, she still held back.
However, the Old Master, who always doted on his daughter, was instantly irked upon hearing Ivy Lentz’s words.
He looked at his granddaughter with a few more traces of dissatisfaction.
"Oh? Then you tell me, why did your mother argue with your father? How was she being willful?"
Ivy Lentz’s face stiffened, and she shifted her gaze toward Sean, who was standing in front of Elly, looking uncomfortable.
Seeing the Old Master ask in such a way, Sean looked imploringly at Elly, clearly not wanting her to reveal the truth in front of the Old Master.
Elly had just heard her daughter’s biased defense of her husband. Knowing full well what had happened, she couldn’t believe her daughter had the audacity to come to her and accuse her of being willful!
She had raised two ingrates. They ate her food, drank her drink, one betrayed her, and the other sided with the betrayer to accuse her.
Ivy Lentz had always sided with her father from a young age, always implying her mother was aggressive and her father genteel and gentle.
She didn’t mind that, as long as her husband didn’t think so. Her daughter being close to her father wasn’t something to be jealous of.
But in the end, she was too naïve, treating these two ingrates as if they were harmless lambs.
"Why aren’t you speaking? Didn’t you say your mother was being willful?"
Seeing his granddaughter’s troubled expression and the seemingly haughty but actually hurt look on his daughter’s face, the Old Master’s suppressed anger surged forth.
"Grandpa, this... this is something between mom and dad, let them resolve it themselves," Ivy said.
The Old Master slammed his walking stick to the ground with a forceful and deep sound, startling Ivy Lentz.
"Elly! Speak up!" the Old Master commanded, his voice resonating as he looked at his daughter’s indifferent face. "Don’t think that your father is so senile that he can’t see what’s going on."
It wasn’t that Elly intended to cover up the vile and contemptible things Sean had done; she just didn’t want to upset the Old Master, who had just been released from the hospital.
"Don’t worry. Even though you’re in your forties now, you’re still dad’s most beloved daughter. Whatever it is, just tell your dad. I will make decisions for you. Our Campbell family’s daughters never suffer any injustice!"