Chapter 35: Asking Grandpa Porter for assistance

Chapter 35 - Asking Grandpa Porter for assistance Noon the next day. "What did you say?" Grandpa Luther looked astonished at Uncle Carlos, the usual calmness on his face replaced with disbelief. "Sinclair hasn't gotten up yet?!" His grandson had many quirks. One of them was extreme self-discipline. What he implied was absolutely not meant to boast. Ever since young, apart from falling ill, Sinclair would always wake up at a fixed time, exercise at a specified time, and go to the company at a standard time. He was like a robot programmed with a set routine, devoid of any human touch. Today, the 'robot' had actually woken up late? Truly a rare occurrence! "Yes," Uncle Carlos nodded, a smile gracing his face. "Mr. Sinclair and Ms Luther are still resting." "Good, good, the boy is showing promise." Grandpa Luther leaned back in his chair, a rare sense of pleasure on his stern face. "It seems that the day for me to hold my great-grandson is not far off." He increasingly regretted not bringing his daughter-in-law home sooner. Grandpa Luther was brimming with happiness. Holding his tea, he suddenly thought of something and started with a laugh. "Instruct others that they can prepare their meals whenever they wake up, no one is allowed to disturb them." "Yes, sir." Uncle Carlos responded with a smile. Meanwhile, inside the room. Camilla's long, thick lashes trembled a bit; she struggled but did not open her eyes. "What time is it?" She muttered wearily, and started patting the bedside, wanting to reach her mobile phone just like before. In her drowsy state, Camilla's brows furrowed. Something about the touch of the bed today seemed a bit off. Sinclair's eyes snapped open, his handsome face instantly filled with concealed anger. He grabbed the woman's restless hands, speaking in a husky voice, word by word. "What are you doing?" His deep, magnetic voice was laced with an indescribable patience. Last night, this woman had clung to him like an octopus, which unsettled him; he could hardly sleep. To his surprise, the moment she opened her eyes, she began to fidget restlessly again. Even though she was doing it subconsciously. Sinclair?! The remnants of sleep faded instantly upon seeing the man's deep, dark eyes. She was frozen in that instant, her mind was completely blank, and her speech became incoherent "I...you...we?" "We what?" Sinclair's low and magnetic voice became even deeper. "What are you trying to say?" God, she really didn't do it on purpose. Sinclair wouldn't think that she did it on purpose, would he? "Sinclair, believe it or not, I really didn't do it intentionally," Camilla felt somewhat like crying but had no tears. "I, I really didn't mean to... I'm sorry... I'll go freshen up." In a rush, she hastily got up and headed towards the bathroom. How did that saying go? Among all plans, the best one is to retreat! Sinclair watched her hurried departure, his eyes gradually deepening. The Porter family residence. "Mr. Luna " Looking at Grandpa Porter in his casual clothes, Mr. Luna seemed to see his only lifesaver. "Please consider our two families' mutual bond and give my son a hand." Their relationship wasn't particularly close, but he had come to seek help out of desperation. "Yes, Grandpa Porter" Mrs. Luna wiped her tears on the side. Her face, usually devoid of wrinkles due to good care, was now visibly worn out after a single, restless night. "We truly have no other options. Please help us." "If we had any other options, we wouldn't dare to disturb you," Mr. Luna humbled himself further. "We beg for your intervention, please speak on our behalf." "It's not that I don't want to help," Elder Porter put down the teapot he was holding, sighed, and a sense of helplessness crossed his aged eyes. "That lad from the Luther Family is no ordinary man, has a weird temper. My words might not necessarily make a difference." Is this a refusal? Madam Luna turned even paler. "Everyone in the capital knows of the deep friendship between you and grandpa Luther," A cold glint flashed in Mr. Luna's eyes as he further humbled himself. "If you'd kindly step in, Mr. Luther will surely respect your wishes." As he spoke, he took out a contract from his briefcase and handed it to Grandpa Porter with both hands. "This is a small token of my son's goodwill, I hope you won't find it offensive." "Mr. Luna, go home," Grandpa Porter shook his head and lowered it to sip his tea. "I can't help this matter." Having a bit of kinship with Luna Family doesn't mean he would waste his reputation on their matters. Mr. Luna didn't expect grandpa Porter to be so callous, his face becoming as stiff as a pillar. Mrs. Luna clutched her clothes tightly, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Sandra bit her lip . She got up from her seat, walked over to Grandpa Porter and in a coquettish manner, hugged his arm. "Grandpa, Roman and I can be considered as friends. Since Uncle Luna has already pleaded, please help them." Her words ignited hope once again in the hearts of the desolate couple, Mr. Luna and his wife, both looking desperately at Sandra. But Sandra didn't look at them. She didn't care for Roman, let alone the entire Luna Family. What made her angry was, not only did Sinclair not blame that woman for stirring up trouble right after entering the Luther Family, but even provided support. Grandpa Porter frowned and glanced at Sandra. Others might not know, but he could see it clearly. His granddaughter looked down on everyone, and there was absolutely no way she would become friends with the unskilled and useless youngest son of the Luna Family. Meeting her grandfather's gaze, Sandra couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. She gently shook her grandfather's arm, and pleaded softly, "Grandfather, I beg you." Her grandfather had always doted on her. She was asking him in front of the Luna couple, and it wouldn't be right to embarrass her by refusing. He put down the teacup he was holding with a frown and spoke in a deep voice. "Since Mr. Luna is begging me like this, I'll go to the Luther residence with you. However, I'm not sure if that boy Sinclair will respect me, an old man." Having the grandfather go through all this was already quite extraordinary. Where else could the Luna couple say anything? They could only keep nodding their heads with gratitude. The group made their way towards the Luther Family's mansion. In the room. The man looked at the glaring red on the sheets, and his handsome face was full of gloom. Camilla was quite embarrassed and bowed her head. "I-I'm sorry." She had already been prepared to 'sacrifice herself courageously', but she hadn't expected her period to make its unexpected appearance. An apologetic tone as delicate as a leaf in the wind weakened the latent anger radiating from Sinclair, making it as ineffective as hitting cotton. After a moment, his thin lips parted slightly. "Go and freshen up." "Mmm mm," Like a quail, Camilla bobbed her head and sped towards the bathroom, displaying a hint of desperate escape. Sinclair, with an inscrutable look, left the room and proceeded to take a cold shower in the guest bathroom. Thinking of the recent incidents, he allowed a wry smile to spread across his lips. Just as he descended the stairs, Ramsey greeted him.