Chapter 438 Arranged Marriage

Martha reassured Cecilia, telling her that her health had recently improved. Cecilia then called Elliot, but the nurse said the child was asleep. She next called Jonathan. A video call connected, revealing a luxuriously decorated children's room. Jonathan, in a sharp little suit, appeared on screen.

“Jon?”

“Mommy, sorry, I’ve been busy,” he replied.

“Are you at Ms. Kennedy’s house?” Cecilia asked.

Jonathan nodded. “To be precise, it’s the house Ms. Kennedy’s father gifted me.”

Roland, who adored Jonathan, was urging him to continue their chess game. Before Cecilia could speak further, Roland called out, “Jonathan, who are you talking to? Come on and finish the chess game with Grandpa.” Jonathan apologized and ended the call. He had been extremely busy. Roland not only played chess and read with him but also enjoyed showing him off to his elderly friends.

After closing the computer, Jonathan went to the living room. Roland sat with a troubled expression, studying the chessboard, clearly losing.

“Jonathan, you didn’t trick me, did you? I’ve heard you can play chess on your phone. Were you using it against me?”

They had played ten games, and Roland hadn't won a single one. Losing to a four-year-old was embarrassing.

“Grandpa, if you’re still not convinced, we can play another round. You can search me to make sure I’m not cheating,” Jonathan offered. He’d considered letting Roland win, but the old man was too sharp. As a chess player, he needed to maintain his competitive spirit.

Roland, seeing his grandson in the suit he'd bought him, realized a hidden phone was impossible. Jonathan played too quickly for cheating.

“You must have inherited it from me. I was just as smart when I was your age.”

Roland laughed, already planning to show off Jonathan to his friends again. He would remember to bring a chessboard so Jonathan could recoup his losses.

At home, Vivian poured tea. “It’s almost ten o’clock. Time to go to bed,” she said.

“You can go to bed yourself. Tomorrow, you’ve got another date. Don’t mess it up,” Roland said, eager to dismiss her.

Vivian felt helpless and was about to leave when Roland’s phone rang. It was George, Zachary’s grandfather.

“Hey, Old Mr. Sinclair! What’s up?” Roland answered on speakerphone.

“Well, in two days, Nicholas is getting engaged, right? I was thinking, why don’t we strengthen the bond between our families too? Let’s have Zach and Vivian get engaged as well. What do you think?” George asked.

Roland was surprised by George's enthusiasm, having worried the prominent Sinclair family might reject Vivian due to her past. Despite Vivian’s silent objections, Roland readily agreed. “Sure, sure! But Vivian made some mistakes when she was younger…” He hesitated, intending to mention Vivian’s child.

However, George interrupted, “I already know. Zach told me everything. He’s no angel himself. As long as Vivian doesn’t mind him, we’re good to go. We can announce the engagement the day after tomorrow, right after Nicholas’ event. We’ll hold the engagement party later.”

“No problem!” Roland exclaimed, beaming.