Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Matthew Grant does not like Wilbert Grant’s hypocritical face, not to mention his opinion and mind.

He said he was doing a jerk thing, and he didn’t bother with him.

“You’ll delete the tweet now and send a statement clarifying that it’s not Shelly’s business.”

Matthew Grant gave a soft laugh, his eyes going cold inch by inch.

“I refuse.”

“What do you mean?!” Wilbert Grant was furious, unable to hold the teacup in his hand, wanting to slam it into Matthew Grant’s face and smash his coldness.

“You didn’t hear me, and I don’t mind saying it again, I refuse.”This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Wilbert Grant smile faint, but there is no half smile in his eyes, he just this cold look, look at Wilbert Grant fire.

Pop!

The cup of tea was dropped at Matthew Grant’s feet, and the hot tea splashed on his legs, leaving his black suit pants moist.

Blanca Roach rushed to crouch down to see if he was burned, but before she could bend down, Matthew Grant stopped her.

Blanca Roach was worried sick, she could see clearly, the cup of tea was still steaming hot, the weather is hot, Matthew Grant only wears a pair of pants, now may be scalded into what shape.

When she was anxious, her eyes got red.

Matthew Grant thought it was nothing, he had suffered serious injuries, a little burn he would not take to heart.

But he looked at Blanca Roach’s anxious and worried look, and suddenly his heart was a soft mess.

Even the burns he felt could be ignored, came a fine numbing pain.

This is probably because, now he has someone to feel sorry for.

“Let me see it.”

Blanca Roach’s voice took on a sobbing tone.

Matthew Grant sighed and took Blanca Roach’s hand, “I’m fine, I didn’t get much of a spill.”

He was lying to the fool.

She saw it all, her pant leg was so wet.

“Matthew Grant, you’re too tough to listen to me now, aren’t you?”

Before Blanca Roach could see his injury as she wished, she was interrupted by Wilbert Grant’s angry voice.

She was angry now, how could Wilbert Grant be so cruel, and how could he be so bottomlessly biased in favor of Jim Grant’s family!

Matthew Grant is obviously his child, so hot a cup of water, he did not even think about throwing it on Matthew Grant.

She can see clearly, it turns out that not all parents are parents.

The king, the minister, the father, the father, the son. A father is not a father, and it’s no wonder Matthew Grant doesn’t want to think of him as a father.

“You say Matthew Grant won’t listen to you, but why don’t you think about whether you’re right and whether it’s worth listening to him? I don’t believe you don’t know what Shelly is and what she’s thinking. But you still asked him to delete the tweet and let Shelly go. Is your son more important to you than your face?”

Blanca Roach’s words pierced Wilbert Grant’s mind.

Wilbert Grant’s eyes were on fire, “How dare you talk to me like that?

Matthew Grant stepped forward and held Blanca Roach behind him, no other, he was worried that Wilbert Grant would hurt Blanca.

“Is Blanca right about what’s wrong?”

Matthew Grant sneered, a chill enveloping his body, “I can leave Shelly alone about what happened before, but this time, I won’t budge.”

“Rebel son!”

Wilbert Grant’s chest rose and fell violently, Carrie on the side hurried to help him smooth his breath, “Master, don’t be angry, it’s not worth it to damage your body.”

Wilbert Grant took a long breath of relief, he understood that if he didn’t back off, Matthew Grant would really sue Shelly, so he backed off, “Family matters are handled behind closed doors, I only have one request, don’t make a big deal out of it.”

This was indeed a concession for Wilbert Grant.

But Matthew Grant was ungrateful, “I still say I refuse.”