Chapter 374

“Have you forgotten what happened to your father?” the old man asked, bringing up the past again.

“I haven’t forgotten, and I’ve said I won’t repeat his mistakes,” Jason replied.

“Then chase that woman, Grace, out of the Reed Residence and never let her appear in your life again!” Old Master Reed growled.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible,” Jason said, his gaze darkening. He momentarily recoiled at the old man’s words, instantly rejecting the idea. He wouldn't even consider it.

“You…” Old Master Reed gasped, staring at his grandson.

“Grandpa, I won’t repeat my father’s mistakes. I’ll control the situation. I’ll make Grace so reliant on me she won’t be able to leave,” Jason said, a slight smile playing on his lips, though the threat in his eyes was unmistakable. “Therefore, I hope you won’t interfere. If you do, I can’t guarantee I won’t restrict your freedom.”

Old Master Reed’s face flushed with anger. Only after coughing several times did he regain his composure, though his fury was evident. “Are you threatening me?”

“No, I’m reminding you,” Jason said, staring at the old man. “If anything bad happens to her, we’ll be on opposing sides.”

Old Master Reed, though frail, glared at his grandson with sharp eyes. He understood Jason wasn’t joking.

“What is it about that woman that so enchants you?” Old Master Reed demanded, perplexed. He’d even had his men bring Grace to him for an assessment; to him, she was unremarkable, a far cry from his ideal granddaughter-in-law.

“Because she’s the first woman I’ve ever called ‘Sis’,” Jason smiled. He recalled her words that day, promising mutual support. She had given him a sense of home after so many years. Each time he called her “Sis,” it felt like they were truly family. He wanted to preserve that feeling.

Old Master Reed stared at his grandson in disbelief, as if his reply was a fabricated excuse.

Jason shrugged. “Grandpa, you wouldn’t understand.”

Old Master Reed roared, “You’ll regret this!”

“Then, Grandpa, perhaps you should live a long life to see if that regret ever comes,” Jason replied with a slight smile.

“Good! Excellent! I eagerly await the day I see your regret!” Old Master Reed challenged.

Later that afternoon, Grace left the restaurant carrying the dishes she’d prepared that morning, along with incense and ingots she’d bought the previous night. She was on her way to her mother’s grave. Her father, when her mother died, hadn't bought a plot in a cemetery; he’d buried her cheaply in a friend’s village. He’d simply bribed the villagers with cigarettes. Later, Grace decided to move her mother to a better resting place on an auspicious date. Her mother's current grave was a simple one in the mountains near the village.