Chapter 1368: Go Upstairs and Call Her
That unruly girl.
Even if she was tired after a long flight, she’s slept for so long, she should be awake by now, right?
But it’s dinner time already, and she still hasn’t come downstairs.
If it weren’t for today being special, he wouldn’t want to lose his temper on such a good day, he’d have already blown up.
But, no matter how much he can endure, with the dishes set on the table and Scarlett Yates still not downstairs, Ian Douglas couldn’t hold his expression anymore; it clearly turned sour, furrowing in displeasure: "Matthew, where’s that girl? Don’t tell me she’s still sleeping. Slept this long and still not enough?"
"It’s almost dinnertime, is she not planning to come down? Does it really have to be me going up to fetch her before she’d agree to come down?"
These words were clearly meant for Matthew Saxon.
Time is running late.
Matthew Saxon felt that Scarlett wasn’t actually such a rude person, maybe she really overslept.
Today, she had been out for so long; even Olly mentioned her condition looked poor, besides oversleeping, could she not be feeling well too?
He was faintly worried inside, so he called Olly over and asked her to go upstairs to call her.
Olly was quick with her movements; after agreeing, she dashed off, and soon after, she was back, slightly gasping for breath, frowning as she said, "Young Master, could the Young Madam really be sick? I knocked on the door quite a while, but she didn’t make a sound. Young Master, should you go up and have a look?"
Ian Douglas snorted coldly: "Sick? The moment I come back, she’s sick, how coincidental. I see that girl is just doing it deliberately, holding a grudge from last time when I hit her. Not very old, yet quite temperamental, and small-minded too. You’re treating her like a sweetie, but I just don’t know what you fancy in her."
Speaking of this granddaughter-in-law, Ian Douglas was dissatisfied with her in every aspect.
He accused Scarlett of being small-minded, but he was the one holding grudges about the past.
"Grandfather, how could Scarlett purposely pretend to be sick to avoid you? She’s genuinely not well today; she caught a cold from the wind when she came back. I’ll go up to check on her."
Unconsciously, Matthew Saxon spoke up for Scarlett.
His thoughts were actually simple; he could look unfavorably at that woman, have plenty of complaints about her, but if it came to someone else, it wouldn’t work.
Even if that someone was his own grandfather.
Earlier, when Ian Douglas spoke about Scarlett, it made Matthew inexplicably uncomfortable, and he couldn’t help but defend her a few times.
Ian Douglas grumbled, "Your woman, no one can say a word against her. Got a wife, and you forgot about me, your grandfather, you ungrateful brat."
Despite his words, the tone was full of affection, without any real anger.
Just seeing his precious grandson safe and back home filled him with unparalleled joy, too happy to even think about getting mad at him.
Matthew Saxon chuckled noncommittally, standing up: "Grandfather, hold on, I’ll go and call her. If she really is stubbornly refusing to get up, I’ll have her apologize to you later."
"Forget it, you want that girl to apologize to me, I’d be waiting till next year at this rate."
That stubborn, bad-tempered girl, having her bow her head in apology is harder than anything.