<h4>Chapter 228: Chapter 228: Hush Money</h4>


    With azy nce, Matthew Saxon said nonchntly, "Could I have remembered wrongly? Wasn’t it you, Grandpa, lying on my bed, holding the photo album, flipping through my pictures and crying?"


    "Cough, cough, cough..." Scarlett Yates, who had just caught her breath, choked again, her face turning beet red as her chest shook with coughs.


    An eerie image involuntarily shed through her mind.


    Suddenly, she felt a bit sorry for Ian Dous.


    Having such a sneaky and shameless grandson was truly a sad thing.


    The poor old man was so infuriated by his own grandson that he was ring, his mustache puffing and teeth rattling.


    In an instant, all his graceful and charming demeanor vanished, his handsome face twisted into a grimace, "You little brat, I think you’re itching for a beating. Old Spencer, quickly bring the family rules here, I need to properly teach this disrespectful descendant a lesson today."


    The dignified image he had painstakingly established earlier was all destroyed, Ian Dous was hopping mad.


    He originally wanted to put on a show in front of this Yates girl so this little girl would fear him, but now his secrets wereid bare, how could he keep up the act?


    His most humiliating and shameful past was suddenly exposed, how could he hold on to his dignity and pride in the future?!


    Seeing Scarlett Yates’ barely suppressedughter, Ian Dous was even more infuriated, gnashing his teeth.


    They say daughters cannot be kept once they’ve grown up, his precious daughter refused to heed his advice back then, stubbornly marrying that unreliable kid Roy Saxon, who gave birth to a little brat just like his disobedient mother, frequently opposing him and nearly angering him to death.


    How did Ian Dous’ life turn out so miserable?


    This little brat used to be so adorable and well-behaved, how did he grow up into this devilish persona?


    Truly not likable at all!


    Uncle Spencer, seeming quite ustomed to such scenarios, shook his head helplessly before smiling again, "Master, the dishes taste best while still hot, once they’re cold, their vor changes. If you want to discipline the young master, at least wait until after the meal, otherwise, wouldn’t a table full of good dishes go to waste?"


    Ian Dous maintained a stern face, coldly snorting, "This brat has already filled me up with rage, who needs to eat?"


    Uncle Spencer knew his temper, no matter how harsh the words sounded, they were just contradictory statements; he was never truly willing to discipline the young master, he was just setting the stage to let him off the hook.


    Ah, the master, the older he gets, the more childlike his temperament bes.


    As the renowned Boss Dous, outside he had to maintain his pride, but once in the presence of his close ones, his true self was revealed.


    If others saw him like this, their eyes would probably pop out in shock.


    Uncle Spencer helplessly looked towards Matthew Saxon, "Young Master..."


    To untie the bell, one must know how to tie it; to calm the master’s anger, only the young master could cate him.


    But who knew, instead of understanding Uncle Spencer’s hint and smoothing things over, Matthew Saxon added fuel to the fire, "If Grandpa thinks this matter damages your dignity, I can refrain from mentioning it in the future, but..."


    "You little brat, are you trying to threaten me?" Ian Dous’s expression darkened from livid to ck.


    Matthew Saxon’s thin lips curved into a faint, delighted smile as he spoke slowly, "If I don’t get a satisfactory hush money, I can’t make any guarantees."


    As Scarlett Yates watched Ian Dous, so angry that the veins were popping out on his forehead, a look of sympathy flickered in her eyes.