novelraw Chapter 429: I Will Marry and Have Children, but I Will Choose My Own Partner
Chapter 429: I Will Marry and Have Children, but I Will Choose My Own Partner
When Ignatius Leclair hurried to the hospital, the Leclair Family’s elder had already been taken to the special care ward.
The old butler was waiting outside, catching sight of the tall and handsome silhouette of the eldest master. He quickly made gestures toward the elder inside the ward.
The unharmed elder of the Leclair Family was leisurely sipping tea. Upon seeing this, he almost choked on his drink. He hastily discarded the purple clay teacup brought from home and lay on the bed with his eyes closed.
When Ignatius Leclair entered the ward, he saw the skinny, fiery-tempered old man lying quietly on the bed. Taking a slow step, he stood at the bedside. A hint of guilt flashed through his phoenix eyes, which quickly hardened as he asked the butler, "How did Grandpa faint?"
The old butler stammered, noticing the elder secretly opening one eye, somewhat unable to look directly, quickly said, "Saw the news this morning, his blood pressure shot up, and he suddenly fainted. He’s been coming around now, no need to worry, young master."
As he spoke, the elder slowly awoke, weakly raising his hand, calling out, "Is that you, Amu?"
Ignatius Leclair stepped forward, grasping the elder’s somewhat lean hand, and said in a low, deep voice, "It’s me, Grandpa."
The elder, seeing his grandson rushing over, looked a bit uneasy, somewhat guilty, and with a forced continuation of the act, he said with a tremor, "Amu, I just dreamed of your mother. She asked me, is our Amu doing well now? Has he gotten married and had kids yet?"
As he spoke, the elder’s eyes reddened, lifting his hand to wipe the corners.
The ever resolute and cold-hearted man felt a slight pang in his heart as he listened.
"Grandpa already has one foot in the grave. When will you give me a great-grandson? Look at the little darling in the Shaw Family, that child already goes to buy soy sauce." Speaking of the lovable great-grandchild from the Shaw Family, the elder’s eyes genuinely reddened. That child is a delight, particularly caring and sensible since young. He also wants an adorable great-grandchild like that.
Ignatius Leclair remained silent for a moment. Delphine’s health made conception difficult, not to mention there were still unresolved issues with her. Wanting to marry her in a short time was tough, especially when this little old man disagreed.
"Soon." The handsome and stern man could only use vague words to comfort.
"How soon is soon? You’ve been saying this for years. I don’t care; I just want a great-grandchild. Hurry up and get married and have kids." The elder grew angry, trying to sit up, only to pause upon seeing the old butler shaking his head violently, suddenly remembering he was supposed to be feigning illness, instantly moaning twice, saying, "I think the girl from the Cloud Family is quite nice. With this scandal going on, you have to marry her."
Ignatius Leclair’s face darkened slightly, and he said softly, "Grandpa, don’t worry about the scandal. Can the Cloud Family really shamelessly come to force a marriage?"
In fact, this incident was indeed tricky. Griffith Squire had always been at odds with him, not to mention the Yeager Family. Someone like Reginald Yeager, if given a ladder, would climb right up, wishing he could stomp him underfoot. Falling out with the Cloud Family this time had basically offended all the major families in the Nanyang region.
Not to mention that there was still a biological father at home hoping for his downfall at any moment, both internal and external troubles, it was indeed bothersome.
Using marriage as a trade, Ignatius Leclair let out a cold laugh, his phoenix eyes as deep as the sea.
The elder, seeing his unmoved demeanor, immediately burst into tears, exclaiming, "Looks like I’ll never see a great-grandson before I die."
Ignatius Leclair, seeing the old man’s heartbroken tears, wavered slightly. His gaze fell upon the discarded purple clay teacup at one side. Deepening his gaze, how could someone who fainted and was rushed to the hospital leisurely bring their favorite teaware?
Ignatius Leclair’s phoenix eyes deepened slightly, his thin lips curling into a trace of a smile, stating, "Grandpa, stop pretending. I will marry and have children, but I will choose the person myself."
The elder’s gaze followed his line of sight to the purple clay teacup brought from home. Slapping his thigh, the act was suddenly untenable.