Mrs. Jennings looked at Jonathan Jennings, his face full of displeasure, and quickly said, "Alright, anyway, the unpleasant person is no longer here.
Eleanor seldom comes back to see us, so don’t show a sour face and scare her."
Upon hearing this, Jonathan Jennings’ expression slightly softened.
Eleanor Sterling’s eyes darted, and she lightly coughed, "Grandpa, Grandma, Alaric Faulkner is still standing outside.
No matter how angry you are, let him have dinner before chasing him away, okay?
Otherwise, people might say we are unkind, which wouldn’t sound good when spread around."
Jonathan Jennings knew very well that Eleanor Sterling was speaking on behalf of Alaric Faulkner, and he snorted coldly.
His granddaughter sure has poor judgment.
Even with things , she is still infatuated with Alaric Faulkner.
Mrs. Jennings sighed and relented.
"Then let him in. Once he’s done eating, send him away, and tell him not to come back."
Eleanor Sterling immediately turned and went out to call Alaric Faulkner.
He was waiting at the door, and she walked over, saying, "Alright, I have temporarily appeased them, you can come in to eat."
Alaric Faulkner nodded and entered the Jennings Family home.
Eleanor Sterling picked up the fruit basket and said, "Grandpa, Grandma, I’ll go cut some fruit for you."
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In the living room, there were only Alaric Faulkner and the two elders left, as Zella Crawford had already gone upstairs to play games.
"Grandpa, Grandma, regarding my matter with Eleanor, I will give you a satisfactory explanation."
Jonathan Jennings looked displeased.
A satisfactory explanation?
What kind of satisfactory explanation can Alaric Faulkner provide, unless he marries Eleanor Sterling, any other explanation will not satisfy them!
Eleanor Sterling quickly returned with the fruit slices.
Jonathan Jennings saw Alaric Faulkner looking calm and collected, and felt extremely displeased; he thought he needed to dampen his spirit, let him see how proud he can still be.
"Mrs. Jen, go bring my chess set."
Mrs. Jennings immediately understood what Jonathan Jennings intended to do.
While recovering in the hospital, he had learned to play chess out of boredom.
The other patients in the same ward were no match for him, and he often lamented not finding an equally matched opponent.
Now, he most certainly wanted to beat Alaric Faulkner in chess, to show this junior that they were not easy to deal with.
Eleanor Sterling did not oppose this bloodless confrontation; she simply sat aside and watched.
The chess set soon arrived, and Jonathan Jennings snorted, provocatively saying, "Young man, let’s play two games."
Alaric Faulkner nodded and said, "Grandpa, I’m not very skilled at chess."
"Cut the nonsense, when told to play, you play."
Jonathan Jennings had already made the first move, and Alaric Faulkner had no choice but to reluctantly move his pieces.
He only knew the rules of chess, but actually hadn’t played much.
Yet as a novice, luck was usually on his side, and with a sharp mind for precise calculations, he managed to faintly gain the upper hand over Jonathan Jennings.
In the end, Jonathan Jennings actually lost.
Jonathan Jennings hadn’t expected to lose to a junior and angrily said, "Unbelievable! You said you didn’t know how, yet you dare deceive!"
Alaric Faulkner was a bit helpless, "I truly don’t know how."
"Full of lies, no wonder you can do such disgraceful things!"
Alaric Faulkner chuckled, "Grandpa, I assure you, I’m telling the truth."
Jonathan Jennings didn’t want to pay him any mind.
Slick talker, expecting him to believe him? No way!
Jonathan Jennings’ face was somber, glaring at Alaric Faulkner, he asked, "What do you plan to do with Eleanor and the child? If you really can’t support them, our family can."