novelraw Chapter 456: Harry Hunter’s Childhood (2)
Chapter 456: Harry Hunter’s Childhood (2)
Harry Hunter understood his grandfather’s little schemes. He pulled Isabella Weaver into his arms and said nonchalantly, "The old man is afraid you won’t be willing to part with the child. My mom couldn’t bear to give me to him back then, and he was upset about it for years."Isabella immediately understood. She laughed and took Ben Hunter’s arm, "Grandpa, don’t worry. If you like to take care of the child, I’ll let you. I’m actually really afraid I won’t do a good job. With you around, I feel much more at ease!"
She was being honest. She had grown up struggling and was used to being oppressed. Deep down, she lacked confidence and security. She was really afraid her weaknesses might affect the child.
Harry Hunter’s personality was the exact opposite of hers. He was confident and strong, even to the point of being unashamedly bold! He almost had no weaknesses, showing Ben Hunter had taught him well.
Ben Hunter was suddenly surprised when Isabella hugged his arm.
He was an old man halfway in the grave who had lived a very disciplined life. He never had a daughter or granddaughter, spending most of his life fighting in the business world, always competing with other men. He had never been coaxed by such a young girl! Follow current novels on ????????????????????•????????????????•????????????
They say daughters are the sweetest companions, and it’s true!
Sadly, he never had a daughter!
The little girl spoke in gentle tones, both filial and sincere. His heart softened, and he reached out, wanting to embrace her.
However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was met with Harry’s cold, piercing gaze that felt like a knife.
The old man coughed lightly twice and quickly pulled his hand back.
Oh dear!
The grandson’s look was as if he wanted to chop off his hand!
Isabella didn’t notice Harry’s gaze. She held the old man’s arm, strolling slowly within the old house, "Grandpa, tell me about Harry’s childhood stories. I’m very curious."
Harry really wanted to protest being called "Harry" and protest why she was holding the old man’s arm instead of his own.
But turning his head, he saw Ben Hunter’s face full of happiness and pushed down the urge.
Oh well, the old man doesn’t have it easy. Let Isabella appease him for a while.
He followed behind the two, listening to their conversation, and started to feel proud again.
His little wife was indeed amazing, managing to appease the old man so well. He had never seen the old man talk to anyone so gently.
Ahead, Ben Hunter had already recounted all of Harry’s embarrassing childhood stories, causing Isabella to laugh non-stop.
"When he was young, he secretly wore his grandmother’s high heels, not only ruining the shoes but also twisting his ankle!"
"What? I never tried that!"
"He planted a little sapling himself, watered it every day, and once it sprouted, he picked all the new leaves, insisting they were tea leaves that could be brewed for drinking."
"Did he drink it?"
"He didn’t drink it; he asked me to! He’s clever, afraid it might be poisonous, so he used me as an experiment first!"
Ben Hunter pointed, "There, that’s his little sapling."
Isabella looked up, good heavens, the "little sapling" had grown to over ten meters tall!
This was not a tea tree; it was clearly a decorative fiddle-leaf fig!
"He used to dislike school, skipping classes at every opportunity, and when I caught him, he would say, ’School is on break!’"
"He was so smart yet didn’t like school?"
"Yeah, so later on we made sure he only went to school for two days a month. Anyway, he knew everything he was supposed to know long before then. Having him go to school was just to ensure he had some peers and wouldn’t be too disconnected from the collective."
Isabella exclaimed, "Only two days of school a month? That’s possible?"