Chapter 170:
Darren frowned. Meeting Wesley? How on earth was he supposed to accomplish that?
Without a moment’s hesitation, Darren chose the second option. “I’ll go find Elena.”
Though Aldin remained silent, the softened expression gracing his weathered face revealed his satisfaction with Darren’s choice.
Under Aldin’s watchful eye, Elena had blossomed into a woman of calm and composed nature, making her the ideal granddaughter-in-law in his estimation.
Inwardly, Aldin hoped that if Darren could seize this opportunity to sincerely apologize to Elena and win back her affections, it would prove beneficial for all concerned.
“A woman’s capacity is her most valuable trait,” Aldin pointedly reminded Darren. “Your father, blinded by infatuation with beauty, married a good-for-nothing woman. Don’t follow in his misguided footsteps. Sylvia lacks the strength to bear the responsibility of being your wife—”
“Grandpa,” Darren interrupted, his frown deepening. “I’ve already made up my mind. Sylvia is understanding, pure, and obedient—much better than Elena. I will definitely not marry Elena.”
In Aldin’s presence, Darren suppressed his true thoughts. Elena, he believed, likely had a promiscuous past, probably having slept with numerous men. Sylvia, on the other hand, had given him her first sex. In his eyes, Elena wasn’t even worthy of comparison to Sylvia.
Aldin responded sternly, “Stubborn fool! Why would Elena help our family if you don’t humble yourself?”
Darren gripped the sofa, teeth clenched as he struggled to stand. The wound on his back sent excruciating pain through his body. Even standing straight brought beads of sweat to his forehead.
Having already endured the beating, he saw no reason to prolong his stay. With a dark look in his eyes, he said through gritted teeth, “Grandpa, you don’t need to worry about this. I have my own ways.”
Darren supposed Sheila was his bargaining chip. As long as he could locate Sheila, Elena wouldn’t dare disobey him. He was determined to make Elena kneel and beg.
Darren left the study.
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Jaelyn had already removed her facial mask and was midway through her skincare routine. Seeing Darren’s awkward gait, she immediately cursed under her breath.
Damn it! Aldin used his cane, didn’t he? He’s already halfway to the grave, yet he still insists on meddling. He should worry about whether anyone will manage his funeral.
Jaelyn’s background was far from privileged, and she had endured Aldin’s temper for years. Only the prospect of inheriting the Griffiths family’s wealth after Aldin’s passing kept her from moving out long ago.
Jaelyn continued her skincare routine without pause.
Darren kept a stern face. “Mom, enough. I have things to do, so I’m leaving.”
“To meet the enchantress from the Reed family?” Jaelyn asked, her displeasure evident as Darren prepared to head out late at night. She was never fond of Sylvia, nor had she ever held the Reed family in high regard.
Back when Aldin insisted on Darren’s engagement to Elena, Jaelyn had reluctantly accepted, unable to defy him. In fact, when Darren later wanted to break off the engagement with Elena, she had been thrilled. The Griffiths family was the wealthiest in Foiclens—why should Darren settle for marrying a daughter from the Reed family when he could have any heiress in the city? Not just in Foiclens, but Darren was handsome enough to attract a socialite from Klathe.
