Chapter 81 Margaret Gets Angry
Not only did she not tell Alex, but she kept quietly caring for her, sending supplements and baby products to Paris from time to time.
She repeatedly reminded her to take good care of herself, never once pressuring her.
Grandma truly cared about her.
Emily always kept this favoritism in her heart: "Don't worry, Grandma, I'm fine. Eleanor is especially well-behaved. She's been easy since she was little and hasn't given me much trouble."
She looked at her daughter giggling in the old lady's arms, her eyes full of tenderness.
"That won't do. Giving birth is always hard on a woman." Margaret's eyes were full of concern.
After saying this, she immediately brought out several large boxes from behind.
All of them were exquisite haute couture pieces, each little dress worth millions.
Among them were two pieces she recognized.
Made by hand by a top British designer, each one unique in the world.
She didn't expect Margaret to have bought them.
Emily said, "Grandma, you're too much. Eleanor can't wear such expensive clothes yet, and she wouldn't even know!"
Margaret smiled kindly: "It's fine. Our Eleanor was born to enjoy the good life. When she grows up later..."
The phone nearby suddenly rang.
The screen showed the words "Annoying Grandson" in large characters.
Emily's expression froze: "He..."
Margaret panicked too and quickly grabbed the phone: "Don't worry, Emmie dear, don't be scared! Grandma will handle him. He definitely doesn't know I'm with you."
With that, she answered: "You brat, what do you want! Don't keep calling me when there's nothing wrong, it's so annoying!"
Alex on the other end was stunned and said helplessly: "Grandma, Susan said you've been out for half the day. What time are you coming home? She made you..."
"Not eating, not eating! I'm at an old friend's place! Everyone else is holding their adorable granddaughters and having fun, and here I am all alone. Going home to see your sour face would be even more annoying!" Margaret put it on speakerphone while winking at Emily as she spoke.
Emily didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she didn't dare be careless and quickly reached out to take Eleanor.
But Eleanor was being held by the old lady and was interested in her diamond ring.
With this commotion, she actually tilted her head and looked over: "Mommy... this one, pretty!"
Boom!
Emily's face changed slightly, her mind went blank.
Oh no...
She quickly took her daughter and gently covered her little mouth.
The car and the other end of the phone fell into dead silence. The tender, clear little voice came through the phone clearly and unmistakably to the man's ears.
Alex narrowed his eyes behind his office desk: "Grandma, where are you?"
Margaret's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to stay calm: "What sound? My friend's great-granddaughter, that's not okay? You brat, if you hadn't driven Emmie away back then, I'd be holding one now too! If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. Don't interrupt me playing with the baby."
Before Alex could say anything more, Margaret hung up decisively and put the phone on silent.
The old lady patted her chest and let out a long breath: "That scared me to death. Almost got caught by that brat."
Emily took her hand away from her daughter's mouth and thought for a moment: "Grandma, I... don't want him to know about Eleanor's existence."
Margaret pinched Eleanor's little face, reluctant to let go: "I know everything, Emmie... you've suffered. Don't worry, with Grandma here, I won't let that brat disturb you and your daughter."
Emily chatted with the old lady for a while longer, then seeing it was getting late and Eleanor was getting sleepy, she got up: "Grandma, I'll take Eleanor home first. I'll come visit you another day."
"Okay, okay, go home and rest." Margaret looked at the little one reluctantly, then stuffed a black card into Emily's hand, "Take this, buy yourself and Eleanor some good food. Don't shortchange yourself."
Emily couldn't refuse and had to accept it.
Soon.
The Johnson family villa.
When Andrew and Lillian learned Emily was back, before they could be happy, they saw a cute little dumpling and froze on the spot: "This... this is?"
Emily held her daughter and smiled slightly: "Mom, Dad, this is my daughter Eleanor. When I went abroad... I didn't tell you about this because I was afraid you wouldn't agree."
Lillian hugged her, sobbing: "It's good you're back, it's good you're back..."
Andrew's eyes were also red. He carefully reached out his hand but didn't dare touch her: "She looks like you, this child really looks like you when you were little."
Little Eleanor wasn't shy at all, calling them grandpa and grandma one after another, making the old couple beam with joy.
Matthew stood to the side, his eyes full of tenderness.
Suddenly, he pressed his lips together: "Andrew, Emmie's schedule isn't set yet, and I'll be staying here temporarily too. If you two need anything, you can come to me."
Andrew's eyes flashed with deeper meaning, then he sat on the sofa holding Eleanor: "Matthew, you're a good kid. Having you with Emmie in Paris puts my mind at ease. But when it comes to matters of the heart... you can't force them. Right now I just want Emmie to be happy, you..."
Matthew was slightly stunned and instinctively looked toward the dining table in the distance, where Emily was chatting and laughing with Lillian, completely unaware of the subtle atmosphere here.
Matthew was silent for a moment, then looked up: "Andrew, I know. But where there's a will, there's a way. I'm willing to wait."
Wait for Emily to give him a chance.
Andrew wanted to say something more, but in the end didn't speak.
These past two years, on Alex's side...
Forget it, these are young people's matters, let them handle it themselves.
And at this moment.
The Baker family estate.
After Alex came back, he sat tiredly on the sofa and loosened his tie.
Susan brought over a glass of honey water: "Mr. Baker, the old lady didn't eat much dinner today. She seems to be in a bad mood."
Alex's brow furrowed: "Has Grandma gone to bed?"
"Not yet."
"I'll go upstairs to check on her."
But just as he reached the corner of the stairs, a cane came flying at him.
"Get out! Don't come here and upset this old bag of bones." Margaret's cold voice came from the room, completely different from her kindness toward Emily during the day.
Alex pressed his thin lips together: "Grandma..."
"Don't call me Grandma!"
Alex helplessly picked up the cane and slowly walked into the room.
Ever since Emily went abroad, Grandma would lose her temper with him from time to time, scolding him whenever something came to mind.
"Grandma, even if you're angry, you should at least tell me why?"
Margaret glared at him when she heard this: "Why? The reason is all on you! How did I end up with a grandson like you? You make me so angry."
Alex raised an eyebrow and sat directly on the bed: "Grandma, you should go out less, so you won't get upset."
When Margaret heard this, her anger flared up even more: "You brat, you have no conscience at all! I've been hoping for a great-grandchild for so long, and you drove away your wife? Go, go, go, get out!"
The more she talked, the angrier she got, and she unceremoniously kicked Alex out.