Chapter 538 How Dare You Make Her Kneel
“Yes, it should have been the chauffeur’s job to send them there,” Gavin agreed, shifting guiltily on the spot. “The children begged me to go along with their charade of convincing Ms. Natalie that our chauffeur is on leave. They were insistent that Ms. Natalie be the one to drive them there.”
“That’s preposterous!” Samuel’s glare grew colder by the minute.
“I’ve turned a blind eye to you spoiling them, Gavin. After all, they’re only five years old. I expected you to know better than them. How could you lend a hand in sending Natalie straight to the jaws of my grandfather?” Samuel tugged his tie in a rare instance of rage toward Gavin
Samuel’s quiet fury seemed to have imparted upon Gavin the seriousness of his action.
“Forgive me, Mr. Bowers. I-”
“I’m going over there right now,” Samuel cut across curtly.
Without another word, he turned and marched back to his car and headed for his family home.
Kenneth’s prejudice toward Natalie has been long in the making. Though the revelation of certain truths might serve to bury the hatchet between them, it would more importantly stand in the way of Natalie’s plot and prevent her from avenging her grandfather and her mother. The best course of action would be to allow the truth to be unveiled when the timing was right. With the number of things remaining uncertain as they are, Natalie’s trip to Kenneth would only lead to her being bullied in my absence. There will only be two losers if both sides refuse to back down.
When Samuel pulled up to the gates of his family home, the guard rubbed his eyes in disbelief when he recognized the registration plate.
Did I miss any memo? What are all of Mr. Bowers’ descendants doing here today?
In a fluster, the guard opened the gates and threw himself aside just in time as Samuel accelerated and screeched to a halt directly outside the house.
The first thing Samuel saw when he strode through the entrance was greeted by a dejected-looking Jefford.
He intended to spare Kenneth some dignity, that was why he decided to flip over the board for Kenneth to save him from the humiliation of losing. He did not expect to have been so clumsy in his attempt that he ended up embarrassing both himself and his master.
Kenneth ignored his butler’s pleas as the latter was surrounded by the four children.
Jefford stood begging for mercy for a long time before they let him go.
Jefford’s advanced age made his schoolboy guilt look comical when he emerged from the dining area, followed by four young and smug faces.
Jefford’s morose expression stretched Samuel’s nerves to the limits as he imagined the worst.
“Mr. Samuel!” Jefford was stunned to see his master’s grandson. “What brings you here?”
“Why can’t I be here?” Samuel demanded, under the impression that the butler had been dispatched to intercept him. “Is my name not Bowers, Jefford?”
“That’s not what I meant, sir!” cried the butler, horrified.
“It’d better not be. Where are Natalie and the children?” he asked abruptly, not intending to waste another second with Jefford.
Jefford flinched at Samuel’s impatience as if the latter had just brandished a whip at him.
“They’re in the living room, sir…”
“That will be all.” Without another word, Samuel strode in with his jaw clenched with determination.
His eyes were met with the scene of Natalie being on her knees before his grandfather as the latter sat rigidly upright.
Even if he’s my grandfather, he doesn’t have the right to force my woman to kneel. I don’t care who he thinks he is, I don’t give a d*mn about hierarchy!
Samuel’s temper flared up. He walked up to Natalie and pulled her to her feet.
“Samuel?” she cried, startled.
Though Kenneth was pleased to see his grandson, he was disheartened to see the scowl on his grandson’s face. “You may not like her, Grandpa,” said Samuel coldly. “But I do. She does not need to beg for your approval. Even if you were the one to raise me, you still have no right to have her kneel for no reason!”
