On the way back, my heart was filled with worry. I was really afraid that Ned would also turn me away!
But when I took a taxi to the door and found that there was no one at the door, I was relieved.
I passed through the garden, entered Ned's home, and knocked on the door.
The butler opened the door for me. When he saw me, he called out respectfully, "Greeting, Miss Nolan."
I was a little nervous and asked, "Is Grandpa Cowell here?"
The butler nodded and made a gesture of "please come in".
Then I walked in.
The Cowell Family's house was the same as before. After I went in, the housekeeper said, "Master is in the tea room upstairs. I'll report it for you."
"Thank you."
I said gratefully.
Perhaps, Ned is the only one in the Cowell Family that will beware of me.
The steward went upstairs and soon came down. He said, "Miss Nolan, Old Master is waiting for you upstairs."
I went upstairs.
The door of the tea room was unlocked. I knocked on it twice before opening it.
In the tea room, Ned was sitting in a huge gold Phoebe chair, with a purple clay teapot in his hand. He was making tea.
I haven't seen Ned for a long time.
The last time I saw him was when he was hospitalized because of Shelton. This time when I saw him, Ned had obviously become much older.
His grey hair was now completely white, and her face was covered with senile plaques.
The Cowell Family had been going through a lot recently, so he must have worried a lot.
"Want to drink some tea, girl?"
Ned looked at me. There was not a hint of disgust in his expression. It was calm.
I was a little embarrassed, so I quickly sat down and said, "I'll make tea for you, grandpa. I'm good at making tea."
I thought it was too lonely for him to make tea and drink alone. It's good to have someone to accompany him.
Hearing this, Ned slightly lifted his eyelids and smiled. "Well, let me have a taste of your tea making."
As he spoke, he put down the clay teapot in his hand.
I didn't say a word. I first changed the tea leaves in the pot, then took the new tea leaves, put the tea back in the pot, and began to make the tea. After I finished, I put the purple sand cup in front of the old man and said, "Grandpa Cowell, please have a taste."
Ned picked it up and sniffed it. Then he nodded and lowered his head to continue the tasting.
When he finished, I poured another cup for him before I poured it for myself.
I learned how to make tea from Ryan. On the surface, it seemed to be similar in sequence with ordinary tea art, but there were some small details that could make better use of the fragrance of tea. After finishing drinking, Ned put down the teacup. He did not show any joy. Instead, he sighed and said, "You came to me for Patrick, right?"
"Yes." I didn't deny it. I wanted to ask for the manor address directly, but I hesitated for a moment. I said, "I'm really sorry for what happened to Patrick this time. If only I could ..." "Alas, I don't blame you. It's all his own choice." Ned sighed. "I shouldn't have just stood by at the beginning. If I had helped you a bit earlier, things wouldn't have turned out this way."
I thought he should be the one who knew everything best.
He should have known what had happened from the beginning, but I didn't know how much he had helped and what he had done.
I didn't say anything. Ned looked up and sized me up. "Janetta, although you're not Rosy's biological granddaughter, I know that Rosy doted on you the most. When she came to find me and asked me to let you marry Patrick, I disagreed at first, but she told me that you're her best granddaughter, the most precious pearl in the Archer Family. At that time, I knew that you're a good child."
"Grandpa Cowell..."
When I heard him speak of Rosy, my eyes were filled by tears.
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