Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law

Chapter 847 844: Relationships (2)

The sister he cherished dearly, who he loved to the bone; if anyone dared to hurt her even a bit, he would repay them tenfold!

The female reporter scrutinized him.

Judging by his expression, polite and humble, he really didn't seem like someone going through a breakup.

But his personality was even more unpredictable than his father, Glades Horne. Who knows, he might be hiding his heartbreak?

As if seeing through the female reporter's thoughts, Ivan Horne suddenly said softly to her: "Miss, take two steps forward, and I'll tell you the truth."

The female reporter hesitated for ten seconds. Eager for an exclusive scoop, she stepped forward and stood in front of Ivan Horne's car window. Ivan gestured for her to bend down, and she complied.

A mischievous glint flashed in Ivan Horne's deep eyes as he whispered near the female reporter's ear, "Miss...."

Upon hearing his words, the female reporter's face immediately turned red, glaring at him furiously, thinking of him as a pervert.

The female reporter swiftly turned her back to everyone and quickly zipped up her pants. When she looked at Ivan Horne again, her face was as red as a cooked shrimp.

Ivan Horne extended his hand with a sly smile, raising an eyebrow.

"Give me your business card."

The female reporter thought he was going to accept her interview. Her embarrassment vanished, and she quickly took out her card and handed it to Ivan Horne, drawing envious glances from her peers.

"Sorry, I'm busy; I'll be leaving now. I'll offer an explanation for this matter another day. Things are not as you imagine." Ivan took the reporter's card, glanced at it, and then said warmly to the reporters before rolling up the window and driving away.

The female reporter was taken aback; he had played her!

Since Ivan Horne had said so, the reporters did not stop him. Though he wasn't officially in charge of Valence Group yet, the reporters weren't too afraid of him. Still, as the eldest son of the Horne Family and the would-be heir of Valence, people dared not go too far. He refused to be interviewed, and the reporters were helpless.

The black sedan merged into the traffic and was quickly swallowed up.

It was noon, the peak of the lunch hour.

Charles Colson hadn't returned home yet. After his car was torched, he also reported it to the police, getting them involved in the investigation.

This time, he didn't intend to let it slide.

At this moment, he had just left the police station, and without a car, he had to take a taxi to a hotel for a meal.

However, his mood was extremely foul, at the very bottom.

His rival Jimmy Horne had suddenly returned to the country, and as soon as he returned, he took away Camila Ruiz, whom Charles had guarded for eight years. Intense jealousy, intense disappointment, and intense pain overwhelmed his heartache over the loss of his beloved car.

He was eating alone at the hotel, having ordered a feast, yet the food tasted like wax in his mouth.

The main culprit of his poor mood, Camila Ruiz, was back at the Horne Family with Jimmy.

Jimmy had been away from the Horne Family for eighteen years. Everyone missed him dearly. When they heard he was back, they were very happy. Julia, who had already seen him, personally cooked for him. Rachel Bailey, who was invited to dinner, also helped out. The two noble ladies took over the chefs' tasks, making their men feel a bit sorry for them.

The gentlemen of the Horne Family came back with their wives and children. The long dining table would be filled, and cooking had a lot to do with it. Glades Horne, known for doting on his wife, couldn't help but feel sympathetic.

At this moment, he was wearing an apron, still clumsily wandering around the kitchen, trying to help his beloved wife.

The servants carried the dishes one by one to the table.

Even after being married for over twenty years, Glades Horne's cooking skills hadn't improved much, so he was still clumsy, sometimes even making things worse. Julie couldn't help but snap at him, "Glades, go outside. Stop wandering around here. James and the others are back. As the head of the family and their eldest brother, you should be chatting with your brothers, not meddling around here and making more work."

Yelled at by his beloved wife, Glades Horne couldn't help but look aggrieved. He only wanted to spare her the hassle.

With so many servants at home, why should she insist on cooking herself?

Billy was even more important than him.

Even after being scolded by his beloved wife, Glades Horne remained, continuing to wander around, lips tightly pursed and face long with distress.

Julia, seeing him like this, couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

"Julia, don't mind him. There are only two more dishes. You know your husband; take it easy with the temper, or watch out for menopause complications later." Rachel couldn't help but laugh and tease.

Glades Horne's face darkened. What was she implying?

Rachel wasn't giving him any respect.

If she was complimenting him, why call him "baggage"?

Also, she'd reached menopause, but his Julia would always be young, nowhere near menopause yet.

Though Julia was already fifty, she still looked a year or two younger than Rachel, even though they were the same age, with Rachel actually being a few months younger. Perhaps Julia's upbringing was far superior to Rachel's, and combined with some basic care, she appeared younger than Rachel.

When she and Ivan Horne went out together, people would mistakingly think they were siblings rather than mother and son.

Clearly, she hadn't aged at all. The ravages of time seemed like someone else's tale.

Julia glanced at Glades Horne, whose face was now full of awkward lines, and said no more, allowing him to linger around her.

Mila Anderson stood on the steps of the Main House, constantly looking out eagerly for Jimmy Horne's return. Seeing Jimmy with Camila Ruiz upon his return was a bit of a surprise, but she promptly walked down the steps to welcome them.

"Billy." Nearly eighty years old, Mila Anderson, though still robust, couldn't hide her aging.

Time had flown; now she was like the old madam back in the day.

Seeing her grandson, whom she hadn't seen in eighteen years, Mila Anderson was so happy she couldn't stop wiping her eyes. She had thought she wouldn't get to see this grandson in her lifetime, but thankfully, heaven was kind, and Billy had returned.

Her daughter married well, which made her happy, but the distance meant constant worry. Adele Horne married far overseas, returning only once or twice a year, and even then, her visits were short. This old woman missed both her daughter and grandson, the double yearning etching deep hollows under her eyes, accentuated by dark circles.

"Grandma." Jimmy Horne released Camila Ruiz's hand and quickly stepped forward, supporting Mila Anderson, calling out earnestly.