Chapter 229
Kingsley went straight to the company after returning. After dealing with business matters, he headed directly to Sherwood Manor.
Just as he got out of the car, he bumped right into Bacchus Sherwood, who had also just returned.
Bacchus’s gaze landed on him, his tone concerned. “Are you better p>
“Nothing serious.” Kingsley hooked the corner of his lips, his tone relaxed.
“You can’t make all the money in the world; if you run yourself into the ground, it won’t mean a thing,” Bacchus didn’t forget to admonish.
He had no idea about the specific reason for the illness.
The two walked into the house side by side. The servants saw them and quickly came forward to greet them respectfully.
Inside, Grandmother Sherwood was holding a teacup. Seeing Kingsley, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. “Weren’t you abroad? Why did you suddenly come back p>
Kingsley handed his coat to the approaching servant, his tone natural. “Came back to keep you company p>
“I almost believed that. Things didn’t go smoothly?” Grandmother Sherwood smiled, but her eyes held a knowing look.
“Just temporarily not disturbing them. Letting them have a good vacation.” As Kingsley spoke, an unconscious tenderness rippled at the corner of his mouth.
Catching this subtle expression, Grandmother Sherwood immediately pressed, “Them? What does that mean p>
Bacchus beside them also frowned, his face full of confusion. “What? Lucy is dating someone p>
Kingsley didn’t answer. He simply opened his photo album-showing the photos Ethan had taken and handed the phone to Grandmother Sherwood.
Seeing the small face in the photo that was almost a replica of Kingsley’s childhood self, Grandmother Sherwood grabbed Wilma’s hand excitedly.
“Wilma! Why does it seem like I’m seeing Kingsley as a child? My eyes aren’t playing tricks on me, are they p>
Wilma hurriedly put reading glasses on her, her voice full of laughter. “No tricks! Old Madam, you have a great-grandson p>
Grandmother Sherwood placed the phone on the table. The excitement on her face gradually settled into seriousness as she looked up at Kingsley.
“Good job you did! A perfectly happy family of three, and you ruined it p>
Seeing her get angry, Wilma quickly brought over the tea from the table. “Don’t get agitated. Take care of your health so you can help your great grandson in the future p>
Grandmother Sherwood took two sips of tea and smoothed the breath in her chest, her tone softening. “Raising the great grandson… amy age, l@lmost feel embarrassed asking a child to call me
Great-Grandma p>
Saying this, she glanced at the cold-lined Kingsley and added, “My great-grandson looks much more likable than you did when you were small p>
Bacchus looked at the photo, patted Kingsley’s shoulder, and said warmly, “Good luck. The child might be the breakthrough point for your relationship p>
No sooner had the words fallen than Grandmother Sherwood snorted coldly. “Relying on a child to smooth over a relationship is the most pathetic method p>
She swept her gaze to Bacchus. “And don’t you give him blind ideas. You’re still single yourself. Worry about yourself first p>
Bacchus instantly felt he had drawn fire upon himself and hurriedly raised his hands, laughing. “I’ll shut up! I won’t say a thing p>
Kingsley didn’t interject a single word from start to finish, simply lowering his eyes like he was obediently accepting criticism.
Finally, looking at the two “bachelors” across from her and thinking of Winston Sherwood, Grandmother Sherwood couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
“This year’s holiday is going to be hard to pass-three bachelors in the house, not a bit of festive joy p>
“Not at all!” Bacchus immediately chimed in, his tone light. “Uncle Winston said we’ll celebrate the holiday together this time p>
After dinner, Kingsley went straight upstairs and pushed open the door to his study.
Just as he sat down, Xavier sent over an encrypted file-it contained detailed records of everything about Seven from birth to the present capturing every moment of growth and every daily preference.
His fingertips slid across the screen. when “Ivan Lockhart” caught his eyes, there
was no surprise in Kingsley’s gaze. He murmured, “Ivan p>
His gaze moved down. The moment it touched the date of birth, a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes—so that was where the nickname “Seven” came
from.
When he saw the line “Fluent in three languages,” his mouth tugged up before he could stop it, the hard edge in his expression easing a little.