Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 246: He Doesn’t Care

Everyone was taken aback.

This was the first time Nancy clearly admitted her feelings.

No longer that worldly indifference, but a genuine affection for someone.

No matter the separations and reunions, in the end, it’s always Godfery Shaw.

Elijah Jefferson suddenly felt a bit envious of Godfery Shaw.

No matter how obsessive and cold that man might be, even refusing to acknowledge his child, Nancy always felt for him.

Between the two of them, whether together or apart, it seemed no outsiders could intervene.

Emma Lewis sighed and thought about how, witnessing Godfery willing to die with Nancy, she realized these two were likely destined to entwine with each other for life.

Everyone was silent, lost in their thoughts.

Robert Reed spoke up: "Nancy, since you’ve decided, we’ll respect your choice, but that kid Godfery has treated Sophie badly over the years, making Sophie upset, and we won’t easily accept him."

Nancy nodded and wrote: "Yes, so until he acknowledges Sophie, I won’t see him."

Robert Reed said with satisfaction: "That’s more like it. That kid is arrogant and needs to be dealt with."

Sophie blinked her big eyes, wanting to say it wasn’t such a big deal, that she wasn’t that sad.

But her grandfather glared at her, leaving Sophie to bow her head and continue eating.

After the meal.

Elijah Jefferson parted ways with everyone, while Nancy returned to Ink Manor with them.

Though the old district had been cleaned, five years on, many things needed replacing, making it unsuitable for living temporarily.

Of course, if Nancy returned to the old district now, she might run into someone Godfery Shaw had arranged to be there.

Elijah Jefferson admitted to the cushion incident, but Godfery’s people watching the place hadn’t been withdrawn.

Godfery instinctively felt something was amiss with this.

Elijah Jefferson hadn’t touched that room in five years, why suddenly now?

Godfery Shaw returned alone to Imperial Garden.

Imperial Garden was now filled inside and out with Godfery’s people, no more occurrences like the Amos Shaw incident.

Just fewer people in the villa, as Godfery’s moods now varied, disliking disturbances.

The spacious villa seemed empty, loneliness accentuated by its silence, Godfery couldn’t help but think of today’s lively gathering.

He felt an inexplicable agitation.

Joyce saw Godfery return, respectfully said, "Young master, you’re back. Dinner’s ready, should I serve it now?"

Godfery wasn’t hungry: "I’m not eating."

"Young master, you... should eat something, don’t ruin your health."

"No need."

After speaking, Godfery turned and went upstairs.

Joyce’s face showed sadness, as if he had aged significantly.

Back when Young Madam was here, because of the young master, he treated her well, and she truly regarded him as family.

Later, the young master often got hurt because of her, and Joyce changed his attitude towards her.

Young Madam keenly sensed the change, and he clearly remembered, at that time, she swiftly withdrew her expectations for kinship, becoming cold and distant.

Now, he regretted not genuinely treating her as family, as he could then visit the Capital City and see how the Young Madam was doing.

Because after Young Madam left, the young master lived like a shell of himself.

As if, nothing mattered to him...

Joyce dejectedly went to the kitchen, looking at the dishes he prepared.

He cooked really well, but now no one ate.

On the second floor.

Godfery Shaw returned to his room, looked at the paintings of Amelia he secretly bought years ago; meanwhile, the painting Sophie gave him was tossed aside.

He saw through the child’s intentions but felt he didn’t care.

Actually, Godfery hadn’t realized that if he truly didn’t care, he wouldn’t have brought this painting back to Imperial Garden.

The following day.

Godfery Shaw got up, without a plan to eat breakfast.

The human body is odd, when hunger reaches a certain point, there’s no sense of it.

Godfery glanced at the breakfast prepared on the table, didn’t pause, and left.

Joyce chased after him trying to speak but found himself speechless.

Even if he caught up, bringing the young master back to eat couldn’t be forced.

The young master’s stomach issues worsened, yet it seemed like self-destruction, as if he didn’t care.

He... just didn’t want things to go well for himself.

...

Godfery Shaw, with a cold face, arrived at Cloudglow.

Walking into the office, he found the roses on the desk had been replaced with fresh ones.

Fresh roses, still with water droplets.

He took the card casually.

The card said, "With rain today, may your heart face the sun."

Godfery habitually placed the card in the drawer.

His mood seemed not that bad.

He looked outside, with clouds filling the sky, the heavens seemed low, morning air carried a sultriness, rain indeed would come today.

Godfery sat down and opened his computer, and shortly, thunder sounded, the rain proceeded.

The rain fell increasingly heavily, Godfery frowned watching the scene.

On the other side, at Ink Manor.

Robert Reed worriedly said, "Sophie, it’s raining so heavily today, why not stay?"

"How could I? I promised I’d be there by the morning. No worries, I have my raincoat on, I won’t get wet."

"I’ll drive you."

"No need, I kept the driver uncle’s number last time, and already called him; he’ll be here shortly."

Sophie had been taught to be sensible and independent, handling her own affairs typically by herself, avoiding trouble for anyone unless necessary.

Robert Reed felt regret hearing her orderly response for making her so independent.

Emma Lewis mumbled: "Only five years old, why be so sensible?"

Robert Reed, having just regretted, immediately defied: "What kind of talk is that? See a man’s early days to see their old age, good habits must be cultivated from childhood, only five, eh? Being sensible at five shows upbringing. I’ve told you, don’t misguide the child."

Emma Lewis, always brave in admitting faults and firmly remorseful, immediately confessed: "Okay, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have said that."

Turning away, she quietly muttered: "Who knows who’s truly concerned, acting so stern as if we couldn’t see through."

Nancy chuckled softly.

This pair, old and young, sparred countless times a day.

Nancy carefully donned the raincoat for Sophie, patted the bulging backpack under it, gestured using sign language: "Heavy?"

Sophie understood, bravely patted her chest: "Not heavy, don’t worry, I can carry more if needed."

At this moment, the cab halted at Ink Manor’s entrance, Sophie donned her little raincoat, waved goodbye to everyone, and swiftly got into the car.

Robert Reed chased after with an umbrella, continued advising: "Be careful, don’t get wet, if your shoes or socks accidentally soak, change them immediately. Godfery Shaw’s place doesn’t have them, call me, I’ll bring them over, got it?"

"Got it, Grandpa, get back inside."

Emma Lewis quietly approached Nancy’s ear: "Look, Old Mr. Reed says sternly, worried beyond belief. Now Godfery treats Sophie indifferently, if he later ends up with you, Old Mr. Reed will become like a wicked mother-in-law, endlessly challenging Godfery."

Nancy felt both amused and helpless.

Emma Lewis had an expression that said, "Just wait and see."