Chapter 135
When someone cared about a person, they would always worry about what the person’s family thought of them.
Suddenly, a large, warm hand grabbed Myra’s left hand. She looked up in surprise and met Tony’s gaze, which seemed to gleam with the coldness of distant stars.
Seeing that Myra’s eyes were a little red, Tony pressed his lips into a hard line. “She can’t get in through the door? Well, she can come in through the window, can’t she? I’m just taking a wife—why are you so emotional?”
“You—” Sebastian’s words were cut off in frustration. “I’m your grandfather!”
“Are grandfathers supposed to hinder their grandsons from being happy?” Tony responded swiftly. Sebastian was left speechless, so angry that he found it hard to breathe. He quickly grabbed the cup next to him and took large gulps of water. Almost immediately, he started to choke, coughing violently, his thick neck turning red.
Myra wanted to rush to his side when she saw this, but Tony held her back and said coldly, “Didn’t you hear what he said about us just now? Why are you still trying to help him?”
“You… you…” Sebastian’s anger only grew, and his coughing became so intense it seemed like he might faint.
“Tony…” Myra bit her lip as she shot him a disapproving look.
She knew Sebastian couldn’t be blamed for this situation. After all, she had gotten together with his grandson shortly after her divorce from Sean. If she were Tony’s relative, she might not appreciate a woman like herself, someone who seemed to cling to him.
Tony’s face darkened, but when he saw the pleading look in Myra’s eyes, he slowly loosened his grip on her hand.
Myra rushed to Sebastian, wanting to pat him on the back, but the old man glared at her threateningly.
“Don’t pretend to be kind!” he snapped, starting to cough again.
Myra gritted her teeth and, ignoring his protests, gently patted his back. Noticing he was struggling to breathe, she tried to calm him down.
The whole time, Sebastian wanted to pull away, but Myra seemed to cling to him like a piece of gum. He didn’t want her touching him, but there she was, determined to help him.
Truth be told, Sebastian didn’t want to avoid her completely, but he was just so infuriated by the situation. He bit his tongue and allowed Myra to assist him.
When his breathing steadied, his face stiffened again as he snapped, “Don’t think I’m easy to please. If I don’t like you, that means I don’t like you! Hmph!”
“If you don’t like me, then you don’t have to,” Myra replied unexpectedly.
“What did you just say?” Sebastian could hardly believe his ears.
Myra took a deep breath and, meeting Sebastian’s gaze, said softly, “Old Master Hart, I understand that you don’t like me, and I can respect that. But no matter how much you dislike me, I can’t leave Tony. I will still respect you as an elder, no matter what.”
When she said, “no matter how much you dislike me, I can’t leave Tony,” Tony’s hand tightened around hers, the pressure a little painful, but Myra wanted nothing more than for him to keep holding her like that.
She had once thought that after the divorce, she would never be able to be with Tony. She knew her background would hold her back from joining the Hart family, and that someone like her could never win the heart of a man like him.
But in the end, she couldn’t resist. How could she stay away from someone like Tony? Love wasn’t just about two people; it was about the feelings they shared.
