Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Kieran was a good person, just a little too honest sometimes.

Thinking this, Chase couldn't help but fork a piece of steak for Kieran.

"You've lost weight recently, you should eat more." Chase couldn't help but say.

Kieran looked at his arm. He had been exercising regularly since his recovery, and he didn't look like he had lost weight at all.

However, looking at the delicious steak, Kieran's heart warmed. "Thank you, Grandpa."

Chase readily accepted the title of "Grandpa."

When he first met Kieran, Chase just thought he was a poor child.

And because his granddaughter liked him, Chase fulfilled her request.

After all, how could someone Priscilla liked be a bad person?

Unexpectedly, the more they got to know each other, the more he liked Kieran.

"Priscilla, I'm going to the hospital this weekend. Mr. White's condition is nearing its end, I need to go see him." Kieran said at just the right moment, sensing the slightly awkward atmosphere.

Priscilla nodded. "Just make sure you get enough rest."

Kieran's body had almost fully recovered, and going to school or the hospital to study didn't take up too much time.

Otherwise, Priscilla would never have allowed it.

Just after dinner, it suddenly started to rain heavily outside.

Priscilla looked at Chase with some concern. "It's raining so hard, why don't you just stay here tonight? I have plenty of empty rooms."

When she chose this villa, she had considered leaving a room for Chase.

Verity was now hugging Chase's leg, her sweet childlike voice saying, "Great-grandpa, I don't want you to go."

Her sweet childlike voice made Chase decisively give up the idea of going home. He picked up Verity, his eyes full of tenderness. "Okay, I won't go back tonight. I'll stay here with you!"

Priscilla immediately had the nanny bring the toiletries that had been prepared long ago.

After settling Chase in, Priscilla went back to her room alone to prepare the costumes for the TV series.

Priscilla had already read the plot summary. It was a conventional historical power struggle story set in a fictional world.

Although the costumes were easy to design, it was not so easy to match them with a fictional background, as it required combining different eras.

To design a work that would make people's eyes light up, it still required some effort.

Laughter could be heard from downstairs from time to time, making Priscilla's heart feel even more at peace.

The meaning of hard work seemed to be personified at this moment.

Once Chase stayed here, he didn't want to leave. Coincidentally, Verity was on vacation, so he simply called Jasper and informed him that he would not be coming home recently.

After hanging up the phone, Jasper's face was not very good.

Bianca stood up. "What's wrong with Dad? He's been wanting to stay away from home more and more lately."

A few days ago, he said that Mason wanted to see him after his serious illness, so he stayed at the Visconti Manor for a few days.

Now he said he wasn't coming back again.

Jasper didn't pay much attention to Bianca's words. "Dad is old, and there's no one to accompany him at home. It's good for him to go out for a walk."

"I heard that Dad asked the kitchen to make steak and pizza to take away a few days ago. Those are Priscilla's favorites. He wouldn't have gone to Priscilla's place, would he?" Bianca suddenly became alert.

Jasper, who had been indifferent, suddenly became nervous. "Really?"

"Would I lie to you? I only asked because I saw the kitchen staff buying a lot of extra beef that day. I wouldn't have known otherwise!" Bianca snorted.

Quinlan had been particularly careful about her figure since she became a celebrity and would never eat so much food.

And she didn't like beef either. The only ones in the whole family who liked beef were Chase and Priscilla.

"After Dad was hospitalized before, the doctor told him not to eat too much greasy food." Bianca said with increasing certainty.

Jasper, who was about to go to the company, gave Bianca a complicated look.

Although they were all his own children, Priscilla was just too embarrassing!

For so long, they had tried their best to forget that they had such a daughter.

But no matter how hard they tried to forget, Priscilla was still a living person.

They couldn't ignore her.

"Don't get excited yet. It's normal if he really went to Priscilla's place. After all, Dad has always cared about her." Jasper waved his hand.

They were not unaware of how much financial support Chase had given Priscilla, both openly and secretly, during her long time studying abroad.

No matter how good Quinlan was, she was not their biological child. Jasper still felt a little regretful.

"Bianca, actually, I was thinking, are we really going to hand over our company to someone else's child in the future?" Jasper asked with some unease.

This topic was a taboo that was not to be mentioned. Bianca immediately became angry.

"What do you mean? Just because Quinlan is not our biological child, you don't want her anymore?" Bianca put on a posture of fighting with Jasper.

Seeing this, Jasper quickly held Bianca's arms. "Calm down, that's not what I meant!"

After a great deal of effort to calm Bianca down, Jasper felt a wave of exhaustion.

He could understand Bianca's love for Quinlan, but he was also a man and naturally had the idea of ​​carrying on the family line.

What's more, he had worked so hard for so many years. He couldn't just watch the family business be given to an outsider.

After seeing Bianca off, Jasper suddenly wanted to talk to Chase.

And at this moment, Chase was so comfortable at Priscilla's place that he didn't want to leave at all.

"If you don't want to go back, you can stay here forever." Priscilla said meaningfully to Chase before leaving for work.

However, this proposal was quickly rejected by Chase.

"Your dad is nervous now! If I really don't go back, he will definitely overthink it," Chase said with certainty.

Besides the company, what Jasper cared about most were the things in Chase's hands.

Priscilla had heard something about this.

"Grandpa, you can come whenever you want." Priscilla pointed to the door. "The access control has your information."

Verity looked at Chase with a sweet childlike voice, murmuring that she couldn't bear to part with him.

Chase bent down and gave Verity a hug.

"Alright, it's getting late. I should go back," Chase waved his hand.

It wasn't as if they would never see each other again. There was no need to be so sad.

Although Chase thought so in his heart, for some reason, he felt inexplicably sad.

Fortunately, he left quickly enough, otherwise Priscilla would have seen his red eyes again.

Unbeknownst to him, upstairs, Priscilla stood quietly by the window, watching Chase's back.