Chapter 24 Back to the Clinton’s
Chapter 24 Back to the Clinton’s
Janice had seen Marcus' assistant several times, so she was able to recognize his voice. Now, she
was sure that the one who knocked on the door was Gavin.
"Please come in." She opened the door and said politely.
"Mrs. Clinton, Mr. Shawn Clinton heard that someone died here, so he asked me to take you and Mr.
Marcus Clinton to the Clinton’s. The car is parked outside. So please pack your things."
When Janice heard that someone died here, her face turned pale again. Her breath was short.
Besides, she was trembling slightly.
"Are you okay?"
"I’m fine."
Janice's eyelids drooped. She smiled sadly, and went upstairs to pack up her stuff.
Gavin pushed Marcus to the door of the villa and put down the pedals of the modified medium-sized
commercial vehicle. Then the wheelchair was pushed into the car along the pedals.
Staring at disabled Marcus, Janice couldn’t say a word.
In the Clinton’s.
As soon as Marcus and Janice walked into the living room, they saw Shawn approaching.
"You finally came back safely!"
"Grandpa!" The two greeted him in unison.
Shawn glanced at his grandson. Seeing Marcus’ face as usual, he turned his attention to Janice. She
stood there in silence with pale face and closed lips. Obviously, she was frightened.
"Janice, are you okay?!" Shawn said with full of love. His tone of voice was extremely gentle.
Janice didn't know what to say. She had just quarreled with Marcus and accused him of being a
murderer. Shawn would definitely be sad if he knew it.
"Don't be afraid. Grandpa will protect you guys. Just stay at home for the time being and company me,
okay?"
She didn't dare to agree casually. She wanted to ask Marcus' opinions. But she only saw he closed his
lips tightly and was sitting in a wheelchair blankly which was like a statue. He didn't seem to want to
make any response.
Facing Grandpa’s kindness, they had to say something, right?
So Janice said, "Well, I listen to Grandpa."
"Good girl! Then you will live with me in the main house. I live on the first floor these days, and you and
Marcus can live on the second floor. Anyway, there is an elevator in the house, so it’s easy for both of
you to go up and downstairs. Marcus, Janice said okay. What about you?"
Shawn was quite dissatisfied with Marcus’ silence. He had always spoiled this clever and sensible
grandson, but Marcus’ performance today was a bit abnormal.
"Alright! Let's just live here, lest Janice will be scared when she goes back. After all, the murderer has
not been caught yet, right?"
Marcus obviously had some other meanings in his words! How could such a dignified man be such
narrow-minded?
Although Janice felt unhappy, she still obediently pushed Marcus into the second floor of the main
house.
Silence spread between the two people, and even the air was somewhat depressed.
"That..." she said falteringly.
"Stuttering? You were the one talk in the morning."
She rolled her eyes at Marcus and didn’t worry that he would have an opinion with it.
The two of them have already lived here, and they had to be in the same room these days. It must be
bad if they didn’t get along well with him, so Janice decided to compromise.
"Don't take seriously the words I said in the morning. I was too scared to say anything. Please forgive
me this time, okay?"
Marcus replied after a long period of thought, "Forget it! You don't have any bad intentions. Just don't
get your husband wronged in the future."
"I won’t!"
Then Janice coaxed Marcus a few more words. The relationship between the two immediately returned
to normal.
It was dinner time.
"Janice, eat more. This is the cook's best dish."
Shawn pointed to the dishes placed in front of her. When Janice looked at the deep red braised hoofs,
she suddenly remembered the blood swimming pool. She felt sick. Then she didn't even have time to
say a word but just covered her mouth and ran directly to the bathroom.
She squatted on the side of the toilet and retched. It took a long time to suppress the nausea. Her little
face was ghastly pale.
When she returned to the dining table, Shawn immediately asked with concern, "Janice, do you have a
bad appetite?"
She nodded lightly with an "um", not daring to look at the table again.
"If you don't want to eat, I will let Nora walk with you in the garden and relax by the way. She and you
are about the same age, so you guys should be able to talk." C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.
"Okay, thank you, Grandpa."
After hearing it, Nora, the servant, stepped forward. She was about seventeen or eighteen years old,
and her pretty face looked so determined.
"Mrs. Clinton, please come with me." Nora walked up to Janice obediently with a smile on her face.
"Let's go." Janice replied softly.
The two went around in the garden. Then they unknowingly walked outside the ancestral hall of the
Clinton family.
The ancestral hall was hidden under several vigorous bodhi trees. On the pillars on both sides of the
gate were carved couplets, “The great meritorious deeds of the ancestors are known all over the world,
and the filial piety of descendants make the family better.”
Janice stepped up the steps with the help of Nora. Then she saw the smoke in the ancestral hall from
the open door.