Chapter 380 Sent Abroad
"Consider this a lesson for you today. The world doesn't revolve around you, and not everyone will put up with your willfulness."
Preston looked at Celestia with a heavy gaze, hoping she would learn something from this incident.
However, to his disappointment, Celestia showed no sign of remorse. Instead, her face was full of resentment.
"It was just a small favor. Why wouldn't Sophia help me? Is she feeling guilty about something?"
"I knew it! She and Matthew definitely have something going on! Isn't Benjamin enough for her? Why does she have to steal my man too?"
"Celestia! Looks like yesterday's slap was too light. Get out of here!"
Preston was furious, pointing toward the door and telling her to leave.
"Grandpa, I'm your real granddaughter! Why do you always take Sophia's side?"
Celestia looked at Preston with tearful eyes, full of accusation.
Preston looked at her coldly. "Because she deserves it."
Sophia had a pure personality—gentle and kind. Whether it was toward the White family or toward him, she was genuinely good.
If only Celestia, his own granddaughter, could be even half as good as Sophia, he would be satisfied.
But unfortunately...
"Grandpa, you're playing favorites! You used to favor Magnus over my dad, and now you favor Sophia over me..."
"Shut up!" Preston trembled with anger, pointing at Celestia and shouting, "You ungrateful thing, get out!"
"Sophia is only nice to you because she wants the White family fortune. Grandpa, you'll regret this one day."
After leaving those harsh words, Celestia stormed out of the White Manor.
Alaric and Cillian helped Preston to a chair, one patting his back while the other poured him water.
"Grandpa, getting angry over such an ungrateful person isn't worth it," Cillian said with a cold laugh.
Preston held his cane with one hand and took the cup from Cillian with the other, taking a sip of water.
"Celestia used to be spoiled, but she was never this unreasonable. Now look at her... She must have been corrupted by that mother of hers."
Arabella came from a poor background, so she carried bad habits from her upbringing.
At first, he didn't approve of Lachlan marrying Arabella, but Lachlan insisted.
Back then, he thought it didn't matter if Arabella's background was humble—the White family didn't need to secure their position through marriage alliances.
But he never imagined that Arabella would raise Celestia to be like this.
After calming down for a while, his anger finally subsided. Preston waved at Alaric and Cillian. "I'm fine now. Sit down and eat."
Alaric and Cillian exchanged glances, their eyes full of helplessness.
How could they have any appetite left?
But since Preston had spoken, they had no choice but to sit back down.
The breakfast was tasteless, and no one broke the silence until footsteps sounded from the staircase.
The three looked toward the stairs and saw Finnley and Sophia coming down with luggage.
To be precise, Finnley was carrying two suitcases, one large and one small, with Sophia following closely behind him.
Preston looked at them, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "So you're leaving already?"
Finnley nodded. "Yes, Grandpa. We need to go back and pack up."
Sophia walked up to Preston and comforted him. "Grandpa, we'll definitely come back to visit you often."
Preston waved his hand dismissively. "If you want to leave, then leave. Saves me from having you hovering around all the time, annoying me."
Sophia was still worried and carefully reminded him, "Grandpa, I've already prepared your new medicine. I'll come back every few days to check on your health."
"I know, I know. You're so naggy."
Preston lowered his eyes, tears welling up, but he quickly suppressed them.
Sophia turned to look at Finnley, her eyes filled with reluctance.
Actually, having gotten used to living at the White Manor, she was reluctant to leave.
Preston was truly a wonderful elder who had given her the greatest tolerance and care.
In her heart, Preston and Robert held equal importance.
Finnley stepped forward and put his arm around Sophia's shoulder, comforting her softly. "We're living very close by. We can come back anytime. Don't worry."
"Okay." Sophia's eyes reddened as she looked at Preston, not knowing what to say.
Alaric spoke up at the right moment. "Clifton said that trying a new living environment or doing things you used to do might help restore your memory."
Hearing this, Preston immediately felt better.
He waved at Sophia and Finnley. "Then hurry up and go. And hopefully you can have a baby soon so I can hold my great-grandchild."
At the mention of having a baby, Sophia's cheeks flushed red.
"Grandpa, Sophia and I want to enjoy our time together as a couple for a few more years. Such an important task as having babies—I'll leave that to Alaric."
Alaric, suddenly given this heavy responsibility, felt helpless.
And to think he had just spoken up for Finnley, only to be thrown under the bus!
"I'd love for him to have kids, but he needs to find me a granddaughter-in-law first!" Preston glared at Alaric with dissatisfaction.
Alaric was almost thirty and had never even had a girlfriend.
Before, when Alaric was busy with medical research and had no time for dating, that was one thing. But now?
"Grandpa, don't look at me like that. I'm busy from morning till night every day. Where would I find time to date?"
Alaric raised both hands in surrender, looking like he was begging for mercy.
Preston was left speechless by his words and turned his attention to Finnley instead. "Get well soon, and once you're better, help Alaric share the company workload."
"If he gets better, he should take over the whole company. Research is more suitable for me anyway."
Just thinking about having to attend meetings and handle documents every day made Alaric's head hurt.
Seeing his look of despair, everyone burst out laughing.
The atmosphere at the dining table finally eased.
Finnley pulled the suitcase with one hand and put his other arm around Sophia's shoulder as they walked toward the door.
"Grandpa, we'll be going now. Alaric, Cillian, we're leaving Grandpa in your care."
"Don't worry." Alaric patted Finnley's shoulder and watched as he and Sophia left.
Watching Sophia and Finnley's departing figures, Preston let out a long sigh.
Finnley had just come back not long ago, and now he was leaving again...
"Finn, go pack up Celestia's things and send them back. And warn her not to come back to the White Manor anymore." Alaric's face darkened as he gave the order coldly.
Finn glanced at Preston, and seeing no objection from him, immediately instructed the servants to pack up Celestia's room.
"She does need to be taught a lesson. Finn, go notify Lachlan to send Celestia abroad within three days."
At the mention of Celestia, Preston's face darkened.