Alaric Faulkner was not dissuaded by Mrs. Jennings’ attitude. He put down the gift in his hand and said, "Grandma, this is a meeting gift for you."
Mrs. Jennings snorted disdainfully, "Take it away! I want everything taken away. Our Jennings Family doesn’t want anything from you!"
Eleanor Sterling felt a little embarrassed.
Sure enough, Grandma misunderstood everything, thinking that Alaric Faulkner really betrayed her.
Jonathan Jennings had a background in the red years, and his experiences in his youth made him look extremely stern and imposing without anger.
He had just returned to the Jennings Family two days ago, and after returning, Mrs. Jennings told him about Eleanor Sterling.
Although he felt some resentment, she was still his beloved granddaughter. Upon learning about Alaric Faulkner’s betrayal of Eleanor, how could Jonathan Jennings not feel heartache?
He slapped his large palm heavily on the table, causing the teacup to jump slightly with a ’ding’ sound.
"Is this how the Faulkner Family educates their descendants? To do something as vile as seduce and abandon, do you really think Eleanor Sterling has no one to back her up?"
Jonathan Jennings glared angrily at Alaric Faulkner, his immense aura bearing down heavily on him.
After all, as a man who had handled guns, the pressure he exuded was incredibly terrifying.
If it were an ordinary person being glared at , their legs would probably have gone weak, but Alaric Faulkner didn’t back down at all.
He stepped forward and respectfully said to the two elders, "Grandfather, Grandma, I hope you will give me a chance to explain."
Jonathan Jennings snorted coldly, "Who’s your grandfather? Get out."
Mrs. Jennings also gritted her teeth and said, "I always thought it wasn’t reliable for Eleanor to have a baby for you without being married, and now it proves I was right!
Eleanor doesn’t need a heartless man like you. Cut it off cleanly, and leave the Jennings Family immediately."
Eleanor Sterling saw the tension filled with hostility between Alaric Faulkner and her grandparents.
So she stepped forward and whispered in Alaric Faulkner’s ear, "Why don’t you wait outside for a moment, and I’ll persuade them before you come back in?"
Alaric Faulkner nodded and then retreated outside.
After he left, Jonathan Jennings looked at Eleanor Sterling with a pained expression.
Seeing Jonathan Jennings’ gaze, Eleanor Sterling coughed lightly and called out, "Grandfather."
Unexpectedly, their first meeting was under such circumstances, which was somewhat unpleasant.
Years ago, Jonathan Jennings had been so enraged by his own daughter’s premarital pregnancy that he was hospitalized.
Now seeing Eleanor Sterling follow in her mother’s footsteps, he was heartbroken and extremely angry once again.
He wanted so much to scold Eleanor Sterling for her shamelessness.
But Eleanor Sterling was his granddaughter, whom he had longed to see for many years without success. How could he bear to scold her?
Mrs. Jennings went over, pulled Eleanor Sterling over, and sat her down on the sofa.
"Old man, Eleanor is your granddaughter, the daughter Jeanette gave birth to back then."
Jonathan Jennings snorted coldly, "She looks quite good, has the good genes of our Jennings Family, but unfortunately, she lacks common sense, taken advantage of by a man and still doesn’t realize it!"
Eleanor Sterling felt both amused and exasperated hearing Jonathan Jennings’ sharp words.
She never thought her grandfather would be such a person, but this also proved that he cared about her.
With Alaric Faulkner no longer there, Mrs. Jennings wasn’t angry anymore. She complained, glancing at Jonathan Jennings, "How can you say such things? Weren’t you just talking about wanting to see Eleanor?"
"Did I say that? You heard it wrong!" Jonathan Jennings stubbornly snorted, entirely unwilling to admit it.
Eleanor Sterling stood up, took the gifts that Alaric Faulkner had bought earlier, and said softly, "Grandfather, Grandma, these are gifts Alaric Faulkner bought for you, lots of supplements that are particularly good for the elderly." Read complete version only at novel·fire.net
Jonathan Jennings didn’t even glance, "I’m afraid to eat a heartless man’s gift, might be poisoned."