Chapter 813 - 812: Sorry, I Shouldn’t Have Lied to You (6)

Chapter 813: Chapter 812: Sorry, I Shouldn’t Have Lied to You (6)

Thinking this, Bella Acker squatted down in front of the old man and said, "Grandpa, just answer the phone."

The old man looked at her and only after a while said, "Alright, for you, Young Acker."

With that, he finally took the phone. Who knows what Damian Sinclair said on the other side, but the old man suddenly shouted, "You brat! If you can’t get Young Acker’s forgiveness, even if I die, I won’t let you come to my funeral! The Sinclair Family doesn’t need a man who doesn’t know how to cherish his wife!"

After saying this, the old man hung up the phone and handed it to the butler, not forgetting to instruct, "In the future, don’t bother answering his calls!"

The butler sighed helplessly, "Master, Young Master Sterling is worried about your health. Why must you always be so harsh on him? Also, haven’t you been unable to sleep ever since you drove him away?"

"Who’s having trouble sleeping because of that brat!" the old man glared, "Go on with your business, stop spouting nonsense. Are the meals prepared?"

The butler sighed again, refraining from saying more, "I’ll go check in the kitchen. Don’t get so easily angry, you’re not young anymore, what if it affects your health."

The butler shook his head and left with the phone.

The old man said, "Young Acker, don’t listen to the butler’s nonsense. I don’t care about that brat."

Saying this, he turned away, and Bella Acker saw the redness in his eyes.

Doesn’t the old man actually love Damian Sinclair, his outstanding grandson, the most?

But to stand up for her, he forcefully expelled the beloved grandson from the family and got hurt because of it. It seemed from the butler’s words that he didn’t say everything; perhaps the old man felt heartbroken sending Damian away.

Bella Acker thought about it and felt a little guilty.

"Grandpa, I don’t blame President Sinclair anymore, just let him come home," Bella Acker said.

The old man looked at her, "Young Acker, don’t say something against your heart just because you pity him."

Bella Acker shook her head, "Grandpa, I’m serious. I really don’t blame President Sinclair anymore."

"Then are you still willing to be my granddaughter-in-law?" the old man asked eagerly.

"..." Bella Acker was stunned.

Forgiving Damian Sinclair and whether she wanted to be with him should be two different matters, right?

"It still seems impossible, then he won’t return home," the old man decided firmly, "Young Acker, come, join me for dinner."

Seeing him like this, Bella Acker couldn’t say she had already eaten dinner, so she pushed the wheelchair and went to the dining room with the old man.

The butler had already had the dishes served on the table, all looking appetizing and tasty.

"Young Acker, eat more. It’s only been half a month, and I feel like you’ve lost weight," he said, picking food for Bella Acker.

Bella Acker smiled, "Grandpa, not really. I’ve gained two pounds this time."

"It must be the heavy winter clothes, eat more."

Faced with the old man’s enthusiasm, Bella Acker had to eat quite a bit.

The two were eating when a servant came into the dining room and whispered, "Master, Miss Lynch has arrived."

Before the servant finished speaking, Cecilia Lynch walked into the dining room with gifts, beaming, "Grandpa Sinclair, I’ve come to see you."

Seeing Cecilia Lynch, Bella Acker frowned slightly.

Cecilia Lynch walked straight to the old man and was momentarily stunned when she noticed Bella Acker with her peripheral vision.