After hearing Han Xue’s words, both old Mr. Ye and Xia Jingshu frowned unhappily.
Xia Jingshu held her little grandson tightly, whom she had long been expecting. When He Xiyan was pregnant, she had hoped the child to be a boy. However, it was not. Now that she had a grandson, she would definitely be reluctant to leave her grandson to be raised in Han family.
The old Mr. Ye, however, went directly outside the ward. At this time, he took out his cell phone and called his son Ye Hao.
A few seconds later, Ye Hao’s voice, hoarse and dry, came from the phone.
“Dad, what’s up?” Impatience was obvious in that voice.
“Where are you?” The old Mr. Ye asked.
“At home.” Ye Hao responded with only two words. In fact, he was still on his way back to the castle.
The old Mr. Ye frowned and thought for a while, saying, “I’m coming to have dinner together with your mother. You ask the cook to prepare it.”
After that, the old Mr. Ye hung up the phone. Smart as he was, he didn’t want to have any conflict with his son over the phone. Certainly, he would not go to the castle for just a meal.
As usual, the castle was brilliantly illuminated in the evening, from which came the talking of the servants and the naive laughter of the children from time to time.
The old Mr. Ye and Xia Jingshu arrived at the castle at 7:00 p.m., both with smiles on their faces.
Xixi, who was playing at the gate, upon seeing grandpa and grandma, shouted excitedly there, even more than ten meters away, “Grandma… Grandpa…” The voices of little kids were very sweet.
Xixi reached out her small hands and waved constantly, greeting grandpa and grandma. She had lived in Qin Garden for a long time. Taken care of by her grandparents, she was very close to them.
Xia Jingshu and the old Mr. Ye also saw their granddaughter far away. Their faces were covered in smiles, but pitifully, they smiled at this time not because of their granddaughter.
As they reached the gate, the two old men stopped. Xia Jingshu reached out her hand and patted her granddaughter’s pink little face.
But that was all. If it was before, she would hug and kiss her granddaughter again and again, with love and affection beyond words.
The old Mr. Ye did not even reach for his granddaughter, seeming to be immersed in the joy of having his newly born grandson.
“Grandpa…” Seeing her grandpa not noticing herself, she pursed her little mouth wrongly, looking up at her tall grandpa and gently tugging at grandpa’s trousers.
At this time, the old Mr. Ye then looked down at his granddaughter, whom he had always loved very much. But at this moment, like his wife, he just patted his granddaughter’s face gently, smiling, and then said, “Good Xixi, grandpa is busy. You go to play with aunt.”
After that, pushing his wife’s wheelchair, he went towards the living room.
Ye Hao, upstairs at this moment, was called down.
He looked abnormally depressed. Deep blue could be clearly perceivable around his eyes. No one knew how long he hadn’t had a good sleep.
That kind of haggardness, even looked pitiful from afar.
Xia Jingshu also found her son haggard. She sighed sympathetically, but did not ask what had happened to him recently, because there was something she cared more about.
The old Mr. Ye’s face was pulled long, obviously suggesting his unhappiness.
“Why don’t you go to the hospital?” He questioned, a distinct gleam of displeasure flashing through his face.
Now he cared nothing else but when he could recognize his grandson justifiably.