<h4>Chapter 240: Chapter 240: No Enemies Between Father and Son</h4>


    Not only did they take away someone’s beloved heirloom, but they also nned to leave immediately. No matter how you look at it, it seems like they came here just for the golden abacus.


    Her mind was filled with many doubts.


    For instance, since Ian Dous was living on the ind, why did Matthew Saxon still choose to stay in a hotel? Wouldn’t staying at his grandfather’s house be a hundred times morefortable than at a hotel?


    And why hadn’t this grandfather and grandson seen each other for two years? Even though on the surface they seemed topete with each other, it was clear that they had a good rtionship.


    Upon hearing Matthew Saxon say he was leaving, Ian Dous finally moved his eyes, filled with resentment and reluctance, away from the golden abacus.


    He squinted his eyes, almost identical to Matthew Saxon’s, "You’re leaving now?"


    Matthew Saxon nodded, his face showing no hesitation, "Grandfather likes peace and quiet, so Scarlett and I won’t stay to disturb you."


    "Do you still intend to stay in that shabby hotel?"


    "When traveling, the requirements don’t need to be too high. A hotel is enough as long as we can stay."


    "So, you’re really not staying then?"


    "If Grandfather misses me, he cane and see me, too."


    "Hmph, you heartless little brat, who would miss you? If you want to leave, leave. I won’t stop you, nor will Ie to see you."


    "Oh, then Scarlett and I will leave now. Goodbye, Grandfather."


    After having a rather strange conversation, Matthew Saxon really did leave, holding her hand.


    As he passed by Ian Dous, Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but nce at Ian Dous, only to see a trace of reluctance in his eyes.


    Strange, truly strange.


    This pair of grandfather and grandson looked more and more peculiar.


    Ian Dous was clearly reluctant for Matthew Saxon to leave, yet he allowed him to go without any further attempt to retain him.


    Matthew Saxon was strange too.


    He preferred staying in a hotel rather than his grandfather’s home. What was the reason for that?


    Scarlett Yates was left with a belly full of questions during this meal.


    There wasplete silence behind them. Unable to contain her curiosity, Scarlett Yates turned her head to look back.


    Ian Dous was still standing in the same ce, his face expressionless, his gaze cold and detached, returning to the aloof, proud, and dignified aura thatmanded respect that she saw when she first met him.


    "Matthew." Just as they were about to exit the main door, Ian Dous’s voice came from behind.


    From a distance, the words were clear to the ear.


    His voice held no discernible emotion, calm and mild, "How long will you continue to me your father for that matter?"


    From the moment Matthew Saxon appeared, Ian Dous had either called him a brat or an unfilial descendant. Calling out his name so formally instead created a suffocating, heavy atmosphere.


    Matthew Saxon’s footsteps paused momentarily with these words, and then he slowly stopped.


    "Is Grandfather speaking on his behalf?" His voice was also calm, neither cold nor warm, carrying no discernible emotion.


    "This isn’t defending him, but merely stating the facts. So many years have passed, regardless of how much resentment you held, it’s time to let it go. After all, he is your father. There are no enemies between father and son. Don’t forget this point."


    Matthew Saxon curved his lips, but there was no genuine smile in his eyes or on his face, "Yes, that’s right, he is indeed my father. But Grandfather, please don’t forget, there is another person who is always my mother."


    "Little Naomi she..." There was a trace of anomaly in Ian Dous’s deep and heavy voice.