When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 7: It’s His Good Fortune

The workday had just ended when Blaze Fairchild was summoned home by a call from Julian Fairchild.

The reason given: it was the new bride’s first day, so the family had to have dinner together.

The young lady had classes at night, yet she still made time to come home for dinner after visiting her mother. How could a grown man like you not have time?

After learning the full story behind why the two "kids" had suddenly gotten a marriage certificate, Julian Fairchild was so furious he slapped the coffee table several times, making his disapproval of his grandson’s methods painfully clear.

"How could you do that to the young lady? Threatening her with her mother’s life! Blaze Fairchild, is this how I raised you?"

Julian Fairchild was fuming. His grandson had not only coerced a young student and gotten her pregnant, but he’d also made her sign some damned prenuptial agreement.

"You do so much charity work. How could you give a young girl such a hard time over a few million in medical bills?"

"I was drugged. I even pushed away the antidote they offered; it was useless. She was working as a designated driver, and my mind was a total mess. I just asked a question, and she shot back, ’Can you give me a million?’ It’s..."

As he spoke, Blaze trailed off, realizing he had indeed been out of line. His voice softened, tinged with guilt. "How am I the only one to blame? When you get down to it, this is all because you were pushing me too hard, Grandpa."

"Oh, really? If I didn’t set things up and just left it to you, the Fairchild family would have no heir! How could I possibly face our ancestors when I die!"

"Your voice is as strong as ever when you yell. That won’t be happening for a long, long time."

Julian Fairchild’s eyes widened as he issued a threat. "If you don’t have a wedding, it’ll take twenty years off my life."

"A project has reached a critical stage recently. I really can’t make the time."

"You can’t make time? For your own wedding? The nerve of you! It’s happening. It’s happening at the beginning of next month. I’ll have your aunt handle the preparations, and I’ll personally oversee everything."

Julian Fairchild’s stance was firm. His grandson was young and single-mindedly focused on his career. It was up to him to make the final call on his grandson’s major life events, even if it meant forcing the issue.

That young lady seems like a good one, he thought. She has an honest face and clear eyes. You can tell at a glance that she’s a kind, sensible, and exceptionally well-raised girl.

The high-society debutantes he’d set his grandson up with couldn’t compare to the one he’d stumbled upon by a stroke of luck. As he was thinking this, an idle glance caught sight of the young lady, who had been brought to a halt in the distance.

"What’s the young lady’s name?"

Blaze said, "Luna Axton."

Julian Fairchild was quite pleased by Luna Axton’s considerate gesture of keeping her distance. He beckoned for her to come forward. Only then did Luna Axton start walking again.

"Luna, come and sit. I was just discussing the wedding with Blaze. Do you have any special requests? Also, when would your mother be free to join us for a meal?"

Luna didn’t believe Grandpa Fairchild for a second. With the way they were postured a moment ago, it looked more like they were about to start a fight than discuss a wedding.

But she answered him dutifully. "Grandpa Fairchild, my mother is quite ill and can’t leave the hospital. If a wedding is necessary, the only guests on my side would be my friend’s family of three. There’s no one else I need to invite."

"Oh..." Grandpa Fairchild’s tone softened instantly, his eyes filling with compassion. "In that case, we’ll wait until your mother is out of the hospital to hold the wedding. How does that sound?"

Blaze arched a brow at that. Just moments ago, his grandfather was forcing him to have a wedding at the beginning of next month, and now he was already compromising.

"Okay. Thank you, Grandpa Fairchild and Mr. Fairchild."

"Did you hear that?" Grandpa Fairchild slapped Blaze on the thigh. "Luna said thank you! What a considerate young lady. Make sure you pay extra attention to things at the hospital."

The corner of Blaze’s mouth twitched. This was blatant favoritism.

Luna was touched. Grandpa Fairchild is treating her like family.

Before Blaze could say anything, she quickly explained, "Grandpa Fairchild, Mr. Fairchild has already done so much for my mother. The hospital arrangements are excellent, and Mom asked me to thank both you and Mr. Fairchild on her behalf."

Blaze remained seated, giving her a sidelong glance.

Luna lowered her head, feeling a pang of guilt. Mom didn’t tell her to thank him; she just told her to try to accept his presence in her life.

Julian Fairchild said, "We’re all family now, no need to keep saying thank you. If you need anything, just speak up. Blaze is busy with work, so he’s bound to overlook things."

Julian Fairchild’s expression grew even more satisfied as he looked at Luna. Luna is so well-mannered and polite. The older you get, the more you appreciate how precious and rare true kindness is. That grandson of his is lucky to have married her! 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Okay, Grandpa Fairchild," Luna replied, though she wasn’t foolish enough to actually believe Mr. Fairchild was approachable and start making demands of him.

"Luna, do you have a lot of classes? Is it tiring?"

Luna didn’t answer right away, instead trying to decipher the real meaning behind Grandpa Fairchild’s question.

He’s not really asking how I feel, she thought. He’s weighing whether I should drop out of school for the baby’s sake. Dropping out is not an option. Even if I go into labor during class, the most I’ll do is take some time off to recover after the birth.

"Classes aren’t tiring. The people Mr. Fairchild has arranged are very professional. The baby will be healthy."

Julian Fairchild’s cheerful expression didn’t change after hearing her answer.

"The whole family’s here. Uncle Foster, let’s eat."

Luna followed the two men to the dining table and took her seat, carefully observing the etiquette of Blaze and Grandpa Fairchild.

All three were attended to by staff. One servant brought warm water for them to wash their hands, while another began to serve food onto their plates.

Mrs. Creed stood beside her and picked up the serving chopsticks. "Young Madam, this is my first time attending to you. Are there any dietary restrictions I should be aware of?"

"No."

Actually, she used to be a very picky eater, spoiled by three doting adults. She ate whatever she wanted, and any food she disliked never appeared on the dinner table a second time.

But after her mother fell ill, especially in the last six months as her condition rapidly deteriorated, she lost the luxury of being picky. As long as it filled her stomach, anything was fine.

Mrs. Creed grew nervous. A Young Madam with no requests is the most difficult to please. She could only serve small portions of each dish and carefully watch the Young Madam’s reactions to gauge her preferences.

From the Young Master’s orders last night to prepare Lakeside Manor and his arrangement of a professional prenatal care team this morning, it was clear that the child in the Young Madam’s womb was extremely important.

Regardless of the Young Madam’s background, with the Old Master backing her, even the Young Master himself would likely have to take a backseat.

This was a true case of a mother’s status rising with her children’s.

The three of them ate at the dinner table without any conversation.

Luna wasn’t picky, eating whatever Mrs. Creed placed on her plate. When she was mostly full, she saw that Grandpa Fairchild and Blaze were still eating, so she slowed her pace to avoid the awkwardness of finishing early and just sitting there.

At home, it wouldn’t have mattered. She and Joy would finish, drop their chopsticks, and run off to play.

They were never allowed near the kitchen or the dirty dishes; Joy’s father, Mr. Coleman, had washed the dishes for what seemed like a lifetime.

Grandpa Fairchild set down his chopsticks. A servant immediately presented a napkin, and he dabbed the corners of his mouth before sitting back quietly.

Luna immediately put down her chopsticks as well. She was completely full now.

"Young Madam, would you like some soup?" Mrs. Creed asked.

"No, thank you. I’m full."

Grandpa Fairchild saw through her. "Eat some more. I’m an old man, I don’t eat much. Don’t mind me and keep eating."

Luna said earnestly, "Grandpa, I’m really full."

Hearing this, Grandpa Fairchild patted Blaze, who was still eating. "Are you not done yet? Luna has class. You’re taking her."