Pampered Like A Princess

It was late at night after the birthday party. Edward drank a lot of wine and insisted on accompanying Mikaelson back to the villa of the Hales family. Then he hung the painting in Mikaelson's study, and his handsome face was full of vigor. This piece of calligraphy was chosen by Nelissa. She couldn't get out of the yard, so he went to the calligraphy and painting shop to take a few photos of calligraphy and painting. When he went back to show her, she pointed to one and said that she liked it, so he asked someone to bring it back.

"How is it?" Edward asked the old master. The calligraphy and painting were not expensive, but they were decorated with an expensive frame, which looked quite good.

"It's okay." Mikaelson leaned on the sofa and looked at the calligraphy and painting.

Speaking of which, the old family had seen a lot of good things. A plain piece of calligraphy was not eye-catching enough, but at least it was given by his favorite grandson. The way he appreciated it was naturally different.

No matter how you looked at it, it was still very good, and there was nothing bad about it. There was also a kind of feeling that the more you looked at it, the more pleasing it became.

Without his elder brother, Edward, he would create surprises for others. Every year, he would give him tea leaves on his birthday. Knowing that he liked to drink tea, he would choose the expensive tea leaves and send them to the noble. It was the same every year, so he was completely lazy to think about it.

One year later, Mikaelson told his grandson not to send these things anymore.

Edward really listened. That year, a set of tea set worth more than 100,000 yuan was sent. Mikaelson felt that his grandson could not be saved and regretted not teaching him how to be a little naughty when he was young. When his grandmother was still alive, she often complained about him, saying that he had taught little Yingshen like a little adult and it was not fun at all.

The children of other families knew how to act like a spoiled child when they did something wrong. Edward had never done such a thing since he was a child. He was a straightforward person and neither did he hide nor cry when he did something wrong. He simply admitted it and even righteously told a bunch of wrong things. He often gave his grandmother a headache, but he couldn't punish her in the end. Instead, he persuaded her.

His wife said that he had taught Edward like this. Not many girls would be able to bear it in the future, and they were worried that their grandchildren would not be able to marry a wife.

At that time, Mikaelson thought that it was impossible. The more handsome his grandson was, the richer he was. He had a rich background and personality. He was the type that girls were most obsessed with. He was afraid that too many women loved him.

At the age of 34, Edward was still unmarried, and his daughter-in-law didn't have a daughter-in-law.

Mikaelson sighed and looked at Edward, who was standing in front of the painting. He found a good gift to praise. "This frame is good."

"Of course, I chose." Edward turned around. His handsome face was vivid and handsome, and his eyes were shining. "In the future, I'll ask a servant to come up and wipe it every day. Don't touch the dust."

Mikaelson was in a good mood and said with a smile, "Boy, are these calligraphy and painting for me or for me? What a treasure!"

Edward also smiled, and the corners of his mouth rose, revealing some white and tidy teeth. "It's the same."

He walked over and sat down beside Mikaelson on the sofa. He poured himself a cup of hot tea and sobered up. Just then, Han Penelope knocked on the door and came in. She was carrying a tray with two bowls of soup with an appetizer. She handed it over and said, "The kitchen cooked some sour plum soup for you. The dinner tonight is too fat and must be cleaned up. Great Grandpa, drink a little more."

"Okay." Mikaelson took a bowl and took a few sips. The old man didn't eat much. Tonight was the best day since he was discharged from the hospital.

He said to his grandson, Edward, "Stay after you drink tonight. Don't go."

Edward drank the soup slowly, elegant and beautiful. There was a person in his heart he was concerned about, so he had to leave. "It doesn't matter. There's a boy named Lu driving for me."

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Sometimes, Mikaelson would be in a trance. When did Edward spend the night at the Hales family home last time? It seemed to be before his daughter-in-law passed away.

After that, it was the funeral of his daughter-in-law. It was raining and the land was wet. The whole process didn't show up until Edward was buried. He didn't show up until the end. What was he going to do? He went to catch Norah and asked her to kneel in front of his mother's tombstone. At that time, there were many relatives present, and no one dared to intervene in this matter. It was the most difficult thing to deal with family disputes. Norah knelt in front of the tombstone, drenched in the rain and shivering. Her head was still bandaged with gauze. It was Edward who kicked her downstairs and broke her head.

Edward pointed at her and said to everyone, "Listen up, all of you. My mother was taken advantage of by this woman because she was too weak when she was alive. Her name is Norah. She will enter our Hales family in the future. My father can't go back because of her. But she is just a mistress. My brother and I will not admit that she is our stepmother. If any relative gets close to this woman in the future, we will cut off our relationship and never have any contact with her!" His words were very extreme. At that time, there was only one expression on Edward's face. The expression of the escaped criminal was extremely calm and cruel. At that time, no one dared to make a sound, which meant that they acquiesced in Edward's words.

At that time, Donald was so angry that he wanted to beat Edward, but Mikaelson stopped him. Edward was already in his twenties. If Donald really went up to beat him, he might not be his opponent. Maybe Donald was even more ruthless. If the father and son fought, they would really break up completely.

They could only stop the young one, so they had to stop the one who made a mistake.

In the blink of an eye, many years had passed, but Edward still had a grudge in his heart.

Mikaelson sighed in his heart. He put down the porcelain bowl and could no longer raise his appetite.

Edward finished his soup and chatted with the old man for a while before he got up and left. When he went downstairs, Han Penelope called him from behind, "Uncle, wait for me."

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Edward stopped, leaned to the side, and waited for her in front of the stairs.

Han Penelope ran down the stairs, and her high-heeled shoes made a sonorous sound on the wooden stairs. She saw Norah watching TV in the living room, so it was not convenient for her to talk here, so she took her uncle out to talk. Penelope looked at Edward for a while and wanted to ask.

"Go ahead." Edward opened his mouth.

Penelope asked, "I heard that Nelissa was hospitalized. What's going on?"

Edward raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly. "Where did you hear that? Eaves?"

Penelope immediately argued, "I didn't eavesdrop. I just happened to hear you and my great-grandfather mention it at the birthday party..."

Edward nodded and said seriously, "Yes, I didn't eavesdrop. Your ears are too sharp. I should take you to the bank's treasury to listen to the password."

Penelope's eyes widened and she was amused. "Oh, don't say it out loud. It's not smart to say it out loud."

Edward couldn't help but smile. He told his niece that Nelissa was indeed in the hospital. There was a car accident and she was recovering.

Penelope asked nervously, "Is it serious?"

Edward shook his head, but he frowned. It was already very serious for him. Whenever he thought of how he almost lost all of his warmth, he would go crazy!