Amos Granger was obviously very impatient as he entered the study.
"If it's about Eudora, then we have nothing to say."
The Old Master frowned. "Are you that obsessed with her?"
"Yes! Because unlike you, I don't abandon people!"
"Amos Granger!" Old Master Granger was very extremely furious. He started coughing violently.
Amos frowned and looked at the old man. Because of his violent coughs, the caretaker quickly attended to him. "Old Master, please take your medicine."
While feeding the Old Master the medicine, the caretaker said again, "Young Master, please don't provoke the Old Master, he..."
"Quiet." The old man immediately interrupted the caretaker. "Leave."
The caretaker had no choice but to turn around and leave as she was told.
When she left, the Old Master waved to Amos and said, "Come here."
Amos frowned and looked at the old man's cheeks, which had become red because of his violent coughing. Finally, he took a step forward.
What was laid in front of the old man was some information about his childhood, as well as some toys which he had played with before. They were all left in the house when he left the United States. He thought that he would not see them again, but he didn't expect that they were still there.
Old Master Granger took out one of Amos' photos. Looking at the photo, the old man smiled.
"You're right. I didn't fulfill my duty as a father. So, after our conversation the last time, I sent someone to the United States. They brought all these back!"
He flipped through the pages one by one, and his old face beamed with joy.
"You're exactly the same as your big brother when he was a child. Even your character is exactly the same!"
Amos looked at his movements and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Don't you think it's too late to do these things now?"
The old man's fingers paused. "Maybe, but if I don't do it, it will always be too late. Now isn't too late yet, don't you think?"
Amos frowned and suddenly realized that there was something amiss with the old man.
"Is your health.."
"It's just a small matter!" The old man smiled. "Don't be scared by what the caretaker had said."
After that, he put down the photo and sighed.
"I don't object to the fact that you have a woman around you, but a woman is just a woman. It does not bode well for you to care too much about that Eudora George."
Amos frowned at his words. The old man saw it and heaved a sigh again.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it. You would argue with me whenever we talked about her. I don't want to die of anger on my birthday. Your temper is the same as your big brother's. You will never listen to what I say. Go and think about it yourself."
After that, he stood up. "Let's go!"
The gifts prepared by the second wife's family were luxurious. They had purchased a magnificent bottle of Isabella's Islay for the Old Master.
Steven Granger carried the bottle of whiskey upstairs. Steven's mother tried their best to draw the crowd's attention to it. It was obvious that she was trying to show off her son's efforts.
But the old man's lack of interest in their gift sadly proved their efforts were in vain.
Harry Granger was resentful and he turned to look at Amos.
"Amos, what gift did you bring for my brother?"
Because of their rocky relationship, Amos had never prepared anything in the past. Harry had asked this deliberately so that the crowd could see the difference between them.
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