1:30 PM.
The group finished their al at Evergreen Manor.
The Gingers left first.
Koa Jackson saw off the Ward Family, then turned and walked back to Old Master Jackson.
Old Master Jackson watched the Ward Family’s cars drive out of the parking lot, letting out a long sigh of relief. Then, his ti-worn face darkened as he asked Butler Jackson, "Where are they?"
"As per your instructions, they are still at the manor." Butler Jackson quickly replied.
"Hmph, I’ve really lost face today." Old Master Jackson huffed in annoyance, his voice heavy, "Have Ridge Peterson take them ho; whatever the matter is, we’ll discuss it later."
"Dad!" Zane Jackson quickly called out from beside him.
Bailey Goz was nothing special, not even a substitute for Ayla Ward.
What does having a child prove?
After all, it wasn’t born out of love; he’s old enough to see that clearly.
How can they let that child into the Jackson Family?
If that happens, where would that leave his dignity?!
At present, Koa Jackson isn’t too fond of him, and with another child, the father-son relationship would beco even harder to nd, sothing he absolutely did not want to see.
The old master naturally understood his concerns, but right now... he was a bit confused.
He was close to a hundred years old. As people age, they beco more concerned with their descendants and more susceptible to emotions.
Bailey Goz’s son was just over two years old, how could he be so heartless?
But—
The old master suddenly thought of Koa Jackson.
He glanced up at Koa Jackson, hesitated, and asked, "What do you think? Is it appropriate to bring them ho?"
Koa Jackson’s expression was very calm, "You decide."
He appeared emotionless, but the old master knew that the more expressionless his grandson looked, the angrier he felt inside. This trait had beco more apparent with age.
Thinking about it made him feel both heartbroken and helpless.
The old master let out a long sigh and told Butler Jackson, "Let’s go ho first, we can discuss everything at ho."
This implied, of course, that Bailey Goz and her son would be brought back to the Jackson Residence.
Butler Jackson, having been with the old master since childhood, understood him well. He nodded, not saying another word, and personally returned to the manor.
Koa Jackson, devoid of expression, helped the old master into the car.
Aside from the driver, it was just the two of them in the car.
As the car started, the old master glanced at Koa Jackson and said softly, "Don’t bla your grandfather."
Koa Jackson didn’t look at him, but his hand slightly clenched at his side.
He recalled the ti Lydia Williams entered the house; the old master, filled with guilt and helplessness, also told him, "Don’t bla your grandfather."
How did he respond back then?
It seed like he didn’t say a word from start to finish.
Seeing him remain silent, the old master had no choice, stayed for a while, then left.
Later on—
He went abroad, and for nearly twenty years, never returned.
Koa Jackson’s gaze drifted past the car window, watching the rapidly receding scenery outside, then he closed and reopened his eyes, forcing a smile as he turned to Old Master Jackson and said, "You have your reasons; I have no objections, I don’t bla you."
"Your father..."
Just as the old master was about to speak, Koa Jackson smiled and interrupted him, "Let’s not talk about him."
Regarding Zane Jackson, he didn’t want to hear a word, and at the mont, he didn’t even want to think of him.
As a junior, he was bound by education and upbringing not to speak disrespectfully to elders, or make criticisms. Back then, under ten years old, he could express dissatisfaction by refusing to eat or sleep; now, as an adult, he found such behavior ridiculous and aningless.
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