NovelEnglishChapter 490
When Walter heard about Dylan getting close to Clara, his smile faded a bit, but
he still said, "Dylan's never been one to lie. If he says he doesn't like Clara, then he doesn't. He's never really
been into anything or anyone, maybe he's just waiting for the right one."
Walter placed a photo on the table. It was from that party, showing Clara on Dylan's lap, the two of them caught
in a kiss. Clearly, he cwith evidence.
"Mr. Howard, Dylan's all grown up now. He might have his own ideas. If Lillian were still here, they might have
had a kid running around by now. It's a shame. As an elder, | shouldn't hold anything against Clara, but she did
cause trouble for a Dawson family girl. Even with my patience, | can't ignore it. I've watched Dylan grow; he
shouldn't lose his way."
In these big families, marrying within your social class is everything. If an heir marries someone from a
questionable background, it's a joke that lasts a lifetime. And Dylan, he's been a golden boy from day one, never
stepping out of line.
Walter said his piece and slowly stood up. "I'll drop by another day for a gof chess. The Dawson family has
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtits own . And Jackson, that troublemaker, | don't know what's gotten into him. He's always going on about
divorce. Even family rules don't faze him."
The two were old friends, and Walter was trying to give Mr. Howard an out. Mr. Howard went along, "Jackson's
still young. You arranged his marriage because you liked the girl, but he hadn't even met her. It's normal for him
to push back. Once they spend more ttogether, he'll caround."
Walter sighed, talking about his grandson always gave him a headache. "If he'd just behave, it'd be fine. But one
day he shows up with lipstick marks and says if we don't let him divorce, he'll cheat every day. Almost gavea
heart attack."
As they walked downstairs, they discussed Jackson's reckless behavior, and the mood lightened. Once Walter
saw Mr. Howard out, his expression turned serious. He called Eden, asking her to cover.
Walter rarely reached out to other Ferguson family members, so Eden knew something big was up. As she
headed downstairs, she bumped into Simon. He'd been holed up at home, throwing himself into boxing, and his
vibe had completely changed. Eden felt like she didn't know him anymore and sometimes found him
intimidating.
"Hey, Simon."
Simon pulled off his boxing gloves, asking casually, "Where are you off to?"
"Grandpa calledover."
Simon raised an eyebrow, grabbing a bottle of water. "If he asks about Clara and Dylan, what are you gonna
say?"
"I'll tell him the truth. Dylan does like
Clara! But
Clara's not good enoug
for him. If Grandpa steps in,, they won't stand a chance!"
Her emotions flared, hoping Clara would get what she deserves soon. Simon took a sip, a slight smirk
playing on his lips. "You're right et
Eden. Clara's not a match for Dylan. Make sure you're honest, give examples, because Grandpa really trists
Dylan."
"Simon, you don't like Clara either, do you?"
Simon screwed the cap back on, the veins in his hand standing out. "Nope, can't
stand her."
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