<h4>Chapter 224: Chapter 224 Scarlett, Quickly Call Grandpa</h4>


    When she first visited the Saxon Family, she experienced their customs, butpared to that, this ce seemed even more formal.


    She looked around, touched her nose, tugged on Matthew Saxon’s hand, and murmured softly, "The etiquette here is really strict, I’ve never enjoyed such high treatment before."


    Matthew Saxon curled his lips, as if mocking herck of worldly experience, "No matter how strict the etiquette, you can handle it. Maintain the demeanor that is expected of you and don’t act so surprised."


    Scarlett Yates touched her nose again and snorted indifferently, "Corrupt, it’s really too corrupt."


    Can she be med for being surprised?


    If it were someone other than her, she wouldn’t believe they could truly remain calm and not show any amazement.


    Uncle Spencer led them to the dining room, and before the two could enter, he went in first to announce, "Sir, the young master and Miss Yates have arrived."


    Scarlett Yates hadn’t even walked in when she heard a low and authoritative voice emerge, "Serve the dishes."


    At thatmand, the maid immediately brought out exquisite and delicious dishes and ced them on the table.


    As soon as everything was set, Matthew Saxon led Scarlett Yates inside.


    At the head of the dining table sat a remarkably distinguished middle-aged man.


    He appeared to be in his forties, wearing a deep blue shirt. His hair was swept back and neatly groomed, every strand shiny and ck.


    The direction he was seated offered a side view, with a deeply chiseled and striking profile.


    Scarlett Yates looked at the side of his face, finding it inexplicably familiar.


    Had she seen this person somewhere before? Why did they look so familiar?


    Just as she was absentmindedly staring at the middle-aged man, beside her, Matthew Saxon respectfully called out to him, "Grandfather."


    Grand...Grand what?


    Scarlett Yates was so startled by this "Grandfather" that she snapped back to attention, eyes wide, looking at Matthew Saxon in surprise.


    Did she hear that right?


    Did he just call him Grandfather?


    The man sitting there so properly, with such an elegant and dignified posture, was his grandfather?


    But surely, even with just a side profile, the man looked only about forty-five or forty-six. And he was already a grandfather?


    Matthew Saxon’s grandfather was much too young.


    At Matthew Saxon’s shocking call of "Grandfather," Scarlett Yates suddenly realized why the middle-aged man looked familiar to her.


    Isn’t it because he resembles Matthew Saxon quite a bit?


    More precisely, Matthew Saxon and his grandfather look a lot alike; even from a side view, you could see the many simrities between the two.


    It was as if a thunderbolt struck in her heart, leaving her thoughts scrambled for quite a while.


    No matter how much she tried to think, she couldn’t have imagined that the mysterious important person Matthew Saxon wanted her to meet would be his grandfather.


    "Scarlett, hurry and greet Grandfather."


    Seeing her still in a daze, Matthew Saxon frowned slightly and squeezed her palm.


    Scarlett Yates was startled again, first looking at him in surprise and confusion, then remembering what he had just said.


    She looked at the middle-aged man, bit her lip, and finally managed to convince herself that it was just an act. She didn’t need to think about anything else, just needed to cooperate with Matthew Saxon. An awkward "Grandfather" was about to spill from her lips when the middle-aged man’s cold voice pre-empted her, "She’s not married to you yet, hasn’t entered the Saxon Family’s door officially, and therefore, I can’t ept being called Grandfather."