Free Web NovelChapter 17: Dramatic grandparents
Henry’s arrival at the hospital caused the entire private wing to become unusually lively.
The nurses who had been chatting moments ago immediately straightened their backs when they spotted the tall man walking through the corridor. Conversations died midway. Even some doctors coming from the opposite direction paused instinctively before greeting him respectfully.
Everyone knew who he was.
Henry Michaelson.
The mysterious business emperor who rarely appeared in public.
The black mask covering part of his face only added to the rumours surrounding him. Some claimed he had a terrible scar. Others believed he was too handsome and preferred to keep a low profile. A few conspiracy lovers even insisted he was secretly a government agent.
Unfortunately, nobody had ever managed to confirm any of those stories. Henry ignored every curious gaze directed at him.
His long strides carried him down the heavily guarded corridor toward the most expensive private ward in the hospital.
Several bodyguards stationed outside immediately lowered their heads.
"Young Master."
Henry nodded before pushing the door open.
Inside Ward 01, peace instantly vanished. The moment the door clicked open, the old woman lying on the hospital bed dramatically closed her eyes.
Her hands folded neatly over her blanket. Her breathing became suspiciously exaggerated. Anyone with common sense could tell she was pretending.
Across from her, an elderly man sitting comfortably while eating grapes quickly threw the fruit aside and closed his eyes, too.
The room became silent.
Henry glanced at both of them. Then at the still-moving grape rolling across the floor.
"..."
The old couple remained motionless.
"..."
Still nothing. Henry walked forward and casually placed a document on the table. "Enough with the performance, this is what you always want."
The old man immediately opened one eye.
The old woman opened both. "What?" she asked innocently.
Henry sat down on the nearby chair.
The old man leaned forward. His gaze landed on the paper.
Then his eyes widened. The old woman forgot all about acting sick and practically launched herself upright. "My glasses!" She stretched both hands dramatically. "My glasses! Hurry!"
The old man quickly handed them over.
The old woman snatched them, adjusted them carefully, and grabbed the document.
A few seconds later...
Her eyes lit up like fireworks. "He’s really married!"
The old man nearly fell. "What?!" He grabbed the paper to look. He looked at Henry. "You actually did it?"
Henry rubbed the bridge of his nose. His patience was already running low. The old woman carefully checked every page.
Every detail, signature looked real, her smile widened. "It’s real."
The old man looked suspicious. "Are you sure it’s not like the first one?"
Henry immediately frowned.
The old woman rolled her eyes. "Of course it’s not like the first one."
The old man pointed accusingly at Henry. "The first one was terrible! A mare business contract with ith a fake bride! He snorted.
Henry sighed. His grandparents had been bringing up that incident ever since they found out about it. The old woman ignored both men and continued examining the document.
Then she suddenly pointed excitedly. "Look."
The old man leaned closer. "The stamp is there."
His eyes widened. "Oh, that’s my grandson ."
The old woman nodded proudly.
The old man immediately relaxed after seeing the official stamp of his friend, who is in charge of marriage certificates."Then it’s real."
Henry remained silent.
The old woman folded the document carefully before looking toward her grandson."You’re thirty-two years old."
Henry already knew what was coming.
The old woman pointed dramatically. "Thirty-two! Do you know what I was doing at thirty-two?"
The old man answered helpfully. "Raising three children."
"Exactly!"
Henry leaned back. He suddenly missed business meetings. At least shareholders only wanted money.
His grandparents wanted grandchildren. The old woman narrowed her eyes. "Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?"
Henry looked at both of them. "Why are you two acting like I’m eighty?"
" Humph! " You are more difficult to deal with than my husband!" the old woman said and looked at the smiling Joshua.
"Look at Joshua."
Joshua choked on his own saliva immediately.
"What does Joshua have to do with this?" he raised a brow.
"He smiles always. He’s such a happy person!"
Joshua scratched his head and looked away. Of course, people thought happiness was behind all smiling faces!
Then suddenly the old woman’s eyes sparkled. "Mary!"
A maid standing quietly near the door nearly jumped.
She hadn’t expected to be involved. "Y-yes, Madam?"
The old woman smiled mysteriously. "Come here, dear."
Mary obeyed immediately. The closer she got, the more nervous she became. Mostly because Henry was staring at her. Nobody enjoyed being stared at by Henry Michaelson. It felt like being investigated by a judge. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
The old woman lowered her voice dramatically. "Answer honestly."
Mary nodded rapidly.
"Did my grandson bring a lady home?"
Mary froze. The old man leaned forward with interest. Thank goodness his wife was bold enough to ask.
Henry closed his eyes. He already knew where this was going.
Mary swallowed nervously. Then nodded.
The old woman’s eyes widened. " I mean, his house?"
Mary nodded again.
"To his private residence?"
Another nod.
The old woman grabbed her husband’s arm happily. "Did you hear that?!"
The old man looked emotional. "After all these years..."
Mary wished the floor would swallow her.
The old woman wasn’t finished. "Did he bring her to his personal room?" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Mary immediately turned red.
The old man gasped loudly, and the old woman gasped louder. Even the nurses outside probably felt the shock.
Henry opened one eye and let out a hot sigh.
Mary’s face became even redder. The old woman noticed her red ears and wasn’t answering, but was blushing.
The old woman slowly turned toward her husband. "Oh my." The old woman placed a hand over her heart. " When does it happen?"
The old man, on the other hand, looked like he had just won the lottery.
"Previous day..." he muttered thoughtfully.
"The same date on the certificate..." the old woman added.
Mary looked ready to faint. The old woman grabbed the marriage certificate protectively.
Then she looked at her grandson. Her smile became impossibly bright. "Henry Michaelson."
Henry immediately knew he wasn’t going to like whatever came next.
The old woman adjusted her glasses. Then leaned forward.
