Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

“Alexander, I know you resent me and blame me. I also know that beyond the first incident on the internet, the subsequent events weren’t your doing. However, the root cause was the seed you planted, so I’m holding you responsible for all of it.”

Grandpa wasn’t a fool; he knew his son’s and grandson’s character better than anyone else.

However, Alexander was somewhat surprised as he looked at Grandpa.

“You know that those things afterward had nothing to do with me?”

Grandpa nodded. “Of course. But these things all started with that initial incident you caused, so even if you’re not the primary culprit, you have to bear some responsibility.”

Alexander sneered, “Isn’t that a moot point? You know it wasn’t me, but you still blame me for it.”

Grandpa glared at him, “Well, you can go find whoever framed you and settle the score. I won’t interfere, and it won’t count as internal strife.”

Alexander clenched his teeth and remained silent, his expression dark and indistinct.

Grandpa still had a hint of pity for him.

“Or are you saying you don’t even know who framed you?”

Alexander chuckled coldly, “I’m not a fool. I know my fourth uncle is doing all these things behind my back.”

Nevertheless, Alexander didn’t care any longer.

Anyway, in Grandpa’s eyes, he was already a useless piece of mud without any value. What difference would it make if one more charge were added?

It’s not like it’s a court sentencing where penalties would be stacked.

Seeing Alexander’s indifferent attitude, Grandpa felt an even greater headache.

He originally thought that after stripping away his inheritance rights and having Richelle’s side beat him up, Alexander would at least reflect a bit.

But looking at him now, he seemed to have become even more prickly. Where was the slightest sign of reflection?

“Alright, since you know who’s behind the mischief, handle it yourself.”

Alexander stared at him coldly, “You won’t interfere?”

Having just recovered from a serious illness, Grandpa grew tired after speaking a few words.

He signaled for the butler to help him up, “I won’t interfere. You are all grown-ups now. You can resolve the small rifts and grievances between uncles and nephews on your own.”

Alexander fixed his gaze on him, “So you’re going to interfere in Richelle’s affairs? You still have the nerve to say you don’t play favorites?”

Grandpa’s chest tightened, and he unconsciously clutched his heart. The old butler hurriedly helped him catch his breath, then pleaded to Alexander in a beseeching tone.

“Mr. Alexander, for the sake of Grandpa’s love for you, could you please say a little less?”

Alexander eyed the old butler coldly, “He loves me? How laughable. He helps outsiders but not me. Is that what you call love?”

Grandpa gave up and took a deep breath.

“Alexander, the matter of you spreading rumors on the internet is a crime that could land you in jail. It’s a major issue. If I don’t step in, you’ll end up in detention with your father right now.”

Alexander defiantly said, “I’d rather go in and accompany him!”

Grandpa waved it away, “Forget it, forget it. You and your mother will stay here for some time, and leave the matters outside to others!”

Originally planning to return to the old house for a few days to persuade Alexander, Grandpa turned around and went back to the garage, instructing the driver to take him to Roy’s place.

As for the old house, he had people guarding it layer by layer outside, and all communication and internet signals were cut off.

Thus, he provided Alexander with a quiet world where he could ponder his life.

However, Alexander couldn’t comprehend Grandpa’s intentions, thinking that the old man was suppressing him. He felt trapped like a caged beast in the old house.

…

When Grandpa returned to Roy’s home, dinner was just beginning.

Neither Richelle nor Roy asked anything. They waited for Grandpa to wash his face and return, and then they proceeded to eat and chat like any other day, enjoying the warmth of family.

Grandpa looked at the harmonious and loving family in front of him and thought to himself.

Perhaps, he was being too greedy.

Wanting every one of his children and grandchildren to be happy and content.

But he forgot that not all of his children or grandchildren, like Richelle and Roy, could maintain a simple pursuit and desire for life while immersed in money and power.

After dinner, the three children accompanied Grandpa for a walk outside the courtyard as usual.

Grandpa’s health hadn’t fully recovered, so the butler pushed him in a wheelchair, with the three children accompanying him.

“Grandpa Clarkson, my brother and I met a really skilled chess player the other day.”

Grandpa became curious.

“Oh, who is it? Are they as skilled as Grandpa Clarkson?”

The two brothers thought for a moment, “It seems about the same.”

After Timothy spoke, Timmy added.

“She played two games with my brother and me, and I won one, drew one. My brother drew one and lost one.”

When Grandpa played chess with the two kids, it was a similar situation with wins and losses on both sides, and their skills were roughly equal.

“Oh? This auntie’s skill level is indeed quite impressive.”

Timothy nodded, “Yeah, it’s so much fun to play chess with her. But she always pesters us to become professionals, which is kind of annoying.”

Grandpa rubbed their heads, “Auntie probably wants you to have more room for growth. But she doesn’t know that you guys aren’t interested in that. It’s not her fault!”

Timothy looked up, grinning, “Yeah, my brother and I have agreed to be overbearing presidents together!”

Grandpa smiled at the kids, “You rascals, do you even know what an overbearing president is?”