Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 121: They Are the Same Kind of People

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: They Are the Same Kind of People

Silas Sutton’s mention of a guest made Kenneth Grant tense up instantly, coupled with a strange sense of shame. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Stella Grant supported the door frame with her hand, slightly lifted her red lips, and did not deny it, "Mm."

Upon hearing this, Silas Sutton withdrew his gaze from Kenneth Grant, lowered his eyes towards Stella Grant, "I need to discuss something with you. Is it convenient?"

Stella Grant slightly pressed her lips together, just as she was about to suggest discussing it later, Silas Sutton added, "About Auntie’s surgery, it won’t take more than a few minutes."

Regarding Lynn Adler’s surgery, Stella Grant naturally wouldn’t dare delay for a moment.

Stella Grant moved aside to let Silas Sutton in and casually asked, "President Sutton, would you like water or coffee?"

Silas Sutton stepped inside, his voice low and deep as he responded, "Water is fine."

Stella Grant, "Alright."

Silas Sutton took a seat, not sparing Kenneth Grant a glance.

Yet even without the attention, Kenneth Grant could still feel a strong sense of oppression around him.

Silas Sutton was already tall, dressed entirely in black, he looked even taller, coupled with his often high-ranking position, his unsmiling demeanor carried an air of authority.

Even if Kenneth Grant intended to ignore him, it was difficult.

After a while, Stella Grant handed a bottle of mineral water to Silas Sutton.

Silas Sutton reached out and took it, didn’t drink, and directly asked, "Have you been in contact with Dr. Harrison lately? How’s Auntie’s health?"

Stella Grant replied truthfully, "I contacted him two days ago, he said my mother’s condition is quite good recently."

Silas Sutton nodded, "It’s good that her condition is good. Once this acquisition project is signed, I’ll arrange for the finance team to transfer the commission to you."

Stella Grant’s heart moved, "Thank you, President Sutton."

Under normal circumstances, once a project is signed, commissions are typically issued alongside the quarterly bonuses.

Silas Sutton was clearly going out of his way regarding this matter.

The subtle change in Stella Grant’s eyes was something Silas Sutton noticed clearly, for some reason, it made him suddenly feel uneasy.

It’s hard to explain.

Just an unsettling annoyance.

Silas Sutton raised his hand irritably to tug at his shirt collar, his thin lips moved, just about ready to say something more, when Kenneth Grant sitting beside him suddenly spoke up, "Stella, there’s something at the hospital I need to attend to, I, I’ll come by again another day."

Stella Grant raised her gaze, "Alright."

Saying this, she stood up to see Kenneth Grant off.

The two of them walked to the doorway, Stella Grant spoke in a voice only they could hear, cool and calm, "I’ll be leaving Portmere in the next couple of days, you don’t need to come by anymore."

Kenneth Grant’s face turned unsightly, "Stella."

Stella Grant, "Regarding what I mentioned earlier, I hope you really consider it. You’ve heard it too, my mom’s going to have surgery, and my finances are indeed very tight."

Kenneth Grant’s old face flushed red, he clenched his hands into fists at his side, "I understand."

Watching Kenneth Grant turn away, Stella Grant’s lips moved slightly as she gazed at his aging back, "Dad."

Kenneth Grant’s steps halted, his shoulders uncontrollably trembled.

Stella Grant said, "I wish you happiness."

As soon as the words fell, Stella Grant didn’t wait for Kenneth Grant to turn around and retreated inside, shutting the door.

At the moment the door closed, Stella Grant’s hand rested on the doorknob as she took a deep breath.

The next second, behind her, Silas Sutton asked in a low voice, "Your dad?"

Stella Grant’s thoughts were scattered, her emotions complicated, she heard Silas Sutton’s question but didn’t respond.

Seeing this, Silas Sutton stepped forward, turned her around, and pulled her into his arms.

Feeling her struggle, Silas Sutton placed his large hand on the back of her neck, pressing her face against his chest, teasingly saying, "Love for a hundred days mates for a day, crying in front of me isn’t disgraceful."

Hearing Silas Sutton’s words, Stella Grant pursed her lips and remained silent.

After a long time, she moved her face buried in his chest, and asked muffledly, "Silas Sutton, these years you’ve had such a hard time with The Sutton Family, did you ever blame your mom?"

Silas Sutton chuckled softly, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Stella Grant said, "The truth."

Silas Sutton laughed lightly, his hand on Stella Grant’s neck gently squeezed, his voice lowered, "I did blame her, especially the year my brother passed away."

His blame toward her once rose to the level of hatred.

He couldn’t understand how the allure of love was so great to her, that she abandoned her two young sons without regard.

She clearly knew The Sutton Family was a place that consumed people, yet she paid no heed to the brothers’ wellbeing.