Chapter 183 Dad Was Wrong


    While Grace was “reminiscing the past” with Mrs. James at the garden, Jafar did not miss the


    opportunity to talk to Caden. The resources held by the Shaw Group were actually the ones needed by


    him at the moment.


    Caden listened to his slightly ttering words and his intention was obvious at a nce. It would be


    abnormal of him to not ask him for something or to do something when he came this time. If this old


    guy did not pay him a visit for a purpose, for what did hee? It would turn out strange if there really


    was no any purpose and he would need to think more about that. He took a sip of the whiskey and his


    nce fell on the outside through the window. Although he was dealing with Jafar, he was asionally


    paying his attention to the outside.


    Jafar followed his eyes and asked cautiously with some gauges. “Is President Shaw being worried of


    Grace?” Caden retrieved his look ndly. He looked at him and put up a courteous smile without


    answering him. Jafar was a man of culture and he did not ask him further from his look. He changed


    the topic back to the question just now. “President Shaw, please have a look. Could you help me


    regarding the new n?” Caden rubbed his finger on the wine ss and did not intend to put it down. “I


    need to ask Grace first.”


    Jafar was astonished that he actually cared that much about Grace’s opinion. As they were talking, a


    gust of cold wind suddenly blew into the room and Caden immediately put down the wine ss in his


    hand. He stood up and strode forward while asking the butler for hot milk. He put his arm around Grace


    and rubbed her hands. “How could you keep on going outside when you can’t withstand the cold? I’m


    only turning a blind eye because Mrs. James hase. I won’t allow you to go to the garden and get


    blown by the cold wind again next time. The weather’s nice today, but the wind’s still cold.” He rambled


    on, ming her for staying slightly longer at the garden.


    Mr. and Mrs. James were startled having seen what was happening before their eyes. Everyone had


    said Caden Shaw was a taciturn and strict person. Who would have expected the person who was


    babbling like an olddy was actually the king of aloofness beholden by everyone? Grace was in a


    daze too and she wondered when this person had started to be so talkative. Not only he was


    talkative, he was bbering on and on.


    “Mister, the hot milk’s here.” The butler approached silently while carrying a tray with a ss of hot,


    steamy milk on top. Caden took it over and said, “Drink this first. Mr. James has something to ask you


    suffer she felt. She took the ss quietly without uttering a word. As she had drunk half of the milk and


    was ready to put the ss back onto the tray, Caden spoke. “I suppose Mr. James has something to


    ask for Grace’s help?” His attitude towards Jafar was absolutely different from his attitude towards


    Grace.


    Jafar winced. He turned towards Grace and looked at her. “Grace…Dad was wrong.” A cracking sound


    was heard when the ss fell onto the ground and the time seemed to freeze. Grace did not look at


    Jafar. She stared at the broken ss and the pieces on the ground quietly without blinking. His words


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    had just struck her pain spot. Her father had finally said those three words until now! She could no


    longer think, or even refused to think whether he had said it out of sincerity.


    Maybe her eyes had gone sore after staring at the broken pieces for a long time, she blinked, trying to


    relieve the soreness. “Mr. Garcia, I’m sorry for dropping the ss and dirty the floor. I’m tired, please


    clean up here.” She spoke with a calm and steady voice, yet there was an indiscernible choke in her


    coarse voice. She turned and headed to the upstairs, yet she halted when she stepped up the


    staircase. “I’ll pay a visit to Mrs. James’s house next week.”


    “Grace!” Both Mr. and Mrs. James’s eyes gleamed and they eximed out of surprise. Grace no longer


    spoke further. As for what Jafar wanted to ask her, she refused to hear. A wise person like her had


    given her answer if Caden was asking for her opinion. No matter it was due to her father’s confession


    or to find out the truth of the case back then, she had to go to the James house once in order to


    understand more. She had to “get over the past”.