Presiden's wild wife

Logan knocked slightly at Grandpa's door. There was no response inside, and he slowly pushed the door unconsciously.
"Grandpa." Logan said.
George was lying on the bed. Hearing the noise, he slowly raised his head and then lay back.
Logan tucked George in silently and said, "You don't need to sit up."
"I know what you are going to say." George said in a low and hoarse voice.
Logan stood straight in front of the bed and said, "I know it's my fault this time because I am so reckless. I should wait for you to
accept them."
However, Jacqueline forced him to speak out! In Logan's heart, no one could insult his mother who was sacred and innocent.
Nobody could tarnish the reputation of his mom. Even though Logan had thought to let her go, she would not reflect on her
behavior.
"Fine, it doesn't matter." George said with his hands waving, "I know what you mean. Just stop here."
Looking at George, Logan felt a sense of guilt and tightened his thin lips.
"It's OK. I want to have a rest now. You haven't been back home for a while. You should spend more time with Elena and the
child." George said slowly.
Logan nodded and said, "Yes, I know that."
"I'll come to see you soon. Have a good rest." Logan was ready to get out of the bedroom.
"Wait, Logan."
George was in a hurry to stand up.
Logan held him up quickly and was puzzled, "What happened, grandpa?"
George stared at Logan carefully and said," Did you get injured these days so you haven't got back home?"
Logan got stuck and smiled slightly, "I got hurt after the car accident last time."

"No wonder!" George said, "You are not the kind of man who would leave Elena in such a dangerous situation, unless you are
stuck in trouble."
Logan sighed slightly and was shocked. He didn't expect his affection would be so obvious that everyone could see that he had
kept something secret.
George smiled and explained, "That's because you never pay attention to your look when you stare at Elena. That's so..."
"I could not imagine that scene. But I remember how Elena looks seriously at me." Logan shook his head and smiled
inadvertently. That was the sense of belonging and dependence between the couple.
George laughed at himself and said, "That's all your choices and you will have your own happiness. I should not be worried and
enjoy my Indian summer. Anyway, Cornel will take charge of our company."
Logan nodded and agreed, "I also hope you can live a relaxing life. Don't be anxious about trivial things."
"Yes, you have got a point." George held Logan's hands and patted gently. "Spend more time with Elena and try to be honest.
She is your wife, and you are supposed to support each other." George made a pun.
Logan nodded slightly. "I see."
"That's nice. I have to rest now." George lay down again.
Logan tightened Grandpa's quilt and drew back his hand. Then he went away quietly.
When retreating from the bedroom, Logan happened to see Cornel, who was walking downstairs slowly. They looked at each
other without saying anything. It was quite embarrassing on the scene.
"Emm...Would you like to have a drink? I've got some good wine in my cellar." Cornel cleared his throat and asked.
Logan was just in silence for a while. However, Cornel took it as a tacit agreement. He grabbed Logan's arm and pulled him
toward the wine cellar.
The wine aromas wafted out as soon as the door was opened.
In the cellar, there were collections of valuable wine, including red wine and white wine on display. It would cost a large amount
of money to buy all of them.

Logan never knew that his dad had this hobby. Cornel went to the bottom of the cellar and searched for something. After a few
minutes, he brought out a jar of aging wine.
Cornel carefully put the jar on the ground, with his eyes filled with tears, "Your mother brewed this one in person. She knew I love
drinking and brewed a lot for me."
Hearing what he said, Logan got extremely angry and tightened his fist silently.
In the dark cellar, Cornel could not see anything. He sat down on the floor, ignoring his expensive clothes. He poured himself a
big bowl of wine, which made him like an old drunkard.
"Logan, I know you hate me and blame me. It was all my fault."
"What you say doesn't make any sense now." Logan said indifferently.
Long time ago, Logan's mom passed away. But Cornel sobered up after more than twenty years.
Cornel got deep in sorrow and had nothing to say. He drank the wine in a hurry, as if he was drinking water.
It was until Cornel got drunk that he spoke out unreservedly.
"Logan, the strongest wine I've ever drunk in my life, was the one your mom brewed. That's the sweetest and most flavorful. And
what impressed me most was the bitterness of this wine." Cornel said, bursting into tears like a child. "I regret so much for not
being nice to her these years."
Logan glared at him, "I said it was over, and you have no right to speak of her!"
"Yes, I am so sorry for her..." Cornel laughed at himself. "I've been a fool for over twenty years. I'm such a bastard!"
Cornel could not help giving himself a slap on the face. The pain seemed to make him awake and he wiped the tears quickly.
Logan looked at him without any compassion, "My mother had nothing to do with you anymore, even though she lay in the grave
of The Brown. I know she regretted meeting you. She even sacrificed herself for you."
At that time, Cornel only knew Jacqueline abandoned everything in H City to search for him. But Cornel's first wife also turned
against her own family and got betrayal in the end.

Reminded of this, Cornel felt the wine got more bitter. As the gulps of liquor hit his throat, his tears came down again!