When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 91: Love Cannot Be a Weakness to Be Attacked
Rosalind Fairchild was moving back to Fairchild Estate.
The tense expression on Julian Fairchild’s face relaxed slightly.
Lately, Jenna Axton had been coming to Pinehurst Estate almost every day to keep him company for an hour or two. It felt good to have someone to talk to.
But Jenna wasn’t his daughter, after all. It couldn’t compare to having his own flesh and blood.
If Rosalind moved back to Fairchild Estate, the house would be much livelier.
With the Lunar New Year just around the corner, Rosalind had just gotten divorced. Miles Jacobs was returning to his rural hometown, and their son, Kai, was in prison.
She only had Yvonne Rhodes to keep her company, so she was bound to feel lonely.
Rosalind moving back would be good for everyone.
Julian Fairchild was pleased. His lips parted, just about to speak.
"I don’t agree," Blaze Fairchild cut in coldly.
Rosalind Fairchild, sitting on the sofa, watched Blaze calmly. She had fully expected his opposition.
"Blaze, she’s your aunt. Have some pity on her and let her move back," Miles Jacobs pleaded. "I was the one who kept insisting that we needed to avoid any appearance of impropriety since I was a public official and the Fairchild Family was in business."
"It’s all my fault. Rosalind isn’t used to living alone outside. If she moves back, we’re all family. We can look after each other, and she’ll be able to eat better."
Blaze remained unmoved, his handsome face grim and terrifying.
The room fell into an eerie silence.
Julian Fairchild tried to persuade him. "Miles is right. If your aunt comes back, I’ll have someone to keep me company too."
’Keep him company? Weren’t the other three people in the house already spending time with him?’
’Grandpa had no idea what Rosalind’s true intentions were, but he knew them all too well.’
Suppressing his anger, Blaze clenched his fists and shot back in a low voice,
"Who was it that said the three of them were forbidden from Fairchild Estate until after Lucky was born? How long has it been since then? How many times have they already been here? Are you going to go back on your word?"
He had indeed said that, but how could his grandson disregard his pride like this?
Julian Fairchild’s old face burned with shame. He had shot himself in the foot and had nothing more to say.
Miles Jacobs tried to reason with him patiently. "Blaze, that was because of Kai. Now that Kai is in prison, what can your aunt possibly do? She’s just one woman, with no power to her name."
Blaze couldn’t help but let out a soft scoff.
Miles Jacobs heard the derision and, intimidated by Blaze’s powerful and sharp aura, felt a chill in his heart.
But this was the last thing he could fight for on Rosalind’s behalf, so he continued,
"All she does is get facials, have massages, and buy some luxury goods every day. She has the money for that. If she lives with the Fairchild Family, she won’t be a danger to anyone."
Blaze raised an eyebrow slightly, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he retorted, "Mr. Jacobs, if you’re so worried about your wife, why not stay in Valoria to take care of her?"
Miles Jacobs felt as if something was stuck in his throat, so uncomfortable that he didn’t know how to respond to Blaze.
’Stay and live in Valoria, only to be ridiculed by everyone?’
Within Valoria’s political system, managing to land safely and live out one’s retirement in peace was a skill in itself.
Many officials in Valoria had fallen from grace, but he, Miles Jacobs, was the first to be brought down by his own son’s crimes.
Among his peers, countless people were using him as a cautionary tale to lecture their own children.
He had no face left, nor did he have the mental fortitude to remain in Valoria.
Losing his nerve, Miles Jacobs lowered his head to sip his tea, backing down.
Julian Fairchild still wanted his daughter to come back. As the head of the family, he made a direct decision,
"Blaze, your aunt is my only daughter. She can come back and live here in Pinehurst Estate. I’ll keep an eye on her."
Blaze didn’t speak, the disappointment in his eyes deepening. After a moment of silence, he said, "Fine."
Luna Axton quietly took his hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing it tight, giving it a little shake.
Blaze turned his head, and their eyes met.
Seeing the firm look in Luna’s eyes, he offered a faint smile.
Julian Fairchild was happy. "Now that’s more like it. We’re all family."
But Blaze’s tone shifted, and his deep gaze fell upon Julian Fairchild. "Luna and I will move into our villa in the city."
Rosalind Fairchild lifted her chin, looking down on Blaze like a victor gazing upon a defeated foe.
’Spineless coward. Just like his worthless father, all he knows is to run away when things get tough.’
"You dare!" Julian Fairchild’s face tensed, his voice suddenly rising. "Why do you have such a problem with your aunt?"
Blaze’s lips pressed into a thin line as he fought back the urge to blurt out the truth.
"Say something!" Julian Fairchild’s eyes were red with agitation. "You’re all grown up now, so you don’t listen to me anymore, is that it?"
Blaze remained silent, only tightening his grip on Luna’s hand.
"Mr. Fairchild." Jenna Axton’s voice came from the doorway.
She suddenly entered with Grant, and the tense, sword-drawn atmosphere in the room instantly dissipated.
She acted as if she were completely unaware, only expressing surprise once she was in the living room. "Oh, everyone’s here. I guess this means I’ll have to share."
All eyes turned to her. Unhurriedly, she lifted the lid off the small stew pot Grant had brought.
"Mr. Fairchild, I remembered Susie used to say that you’re prone to excess ’heart-fire’ in the winter, which gives you blisters on the tip of your tongue and even canker sores when it gets bad. I had some free time today, so I stewed some white fungus and lotus seed soup and brought it over for you."
Luna Axton and Blaze Fairchild glanced at each other, both understanding the faint excitement in the other’s eyes.
’Sure enough, her mother’s approach was far more brilliant.’
Jenna Axton ladled out a bowl and personally brought it over to Julian Fairchild, speaking as if she were fishing for a compliment.
"Mr. Fairchild, have a taste. Is it as good as the soup Susie used to make?"
At the mention of Susie, Julian Fairchild was overcome with guilt.
Such a fine young woman, married into the Fairchild Family for only a few years, and then she was gone—one body, two lives.
He took the spoon from Jenna and had a sip, his voice choked with emotion.
"Susie’s was a little sweeter."
Jenna handed him a napkin, her care thoughtful and meticulous.
"Of course it was. Susie adored Ian. She followed your teaching that ’a harmonious family prospers’ to the letter. While Ian was busy with work at Evergrow Group, Susie took good care of you and Blaze. Even while heavily pregnant, she insisted on making you this soup. She did all of that just so Ian would feel the warmth and happiness of home when he returned. But..."
Jenna paused for a few moments, the softness on her face vanishing. A murderous glare landed on Rosalind Fairchild.
"Rosalind was constantly whispering in Susie’s ear, telling her that Ian was cheating, that Ian didn’t love her anymore, that Ian was getting a room with so-and-so."
Rosalind panicked. ’I haven’t gotten Dad’s shares yet!’
She shot to her feet, pointed a finger at Jenna Axton’s face, and roared, "You bitch, shut your mouth!"
’Is this still the gentle and virtuous wife he knew?’
Julian Fairchild’s expression darkened. He pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and took a deep breath. "Jenna, I understand everything now."
He had to face the problem he had been avoiding for over twenty years.
Jenna had said what should have been left unsaid. She stepped aside and apologized for her actions today.
"Mr. Fairchild, I’m sorry. You’re doing this for your daughter, but I’m doing this for my children. Susie was my best friend, and Blaze is like a son to me. I have to fulfill a mother’s duty on Susie’s behalf. They are both my children, and I can’t just stand by and let someone bully my children again and again."
"Back then, Susie’s depression was caused by Rosalind Fairchild’s constant gossiping. Ian was so busy he barely had time to breathe and couldn’t talk things through with Susie, so her illness festered over time. Ian knew the truth, but he tolerated his sister and respected his father. He chose to bear it all himself, becoming a monk to chant sutras and atone."
Jenna’s voice was powerful and resonant as she finally let out all the words she had held in her heart for years in one breath.
"Today, in the same situation, you’ve made the same choice. Blaze is respecting your decision to let Rosalind Fairchild move in, even to the point of moving out with Luna himself."
Blaze loves his grandfather. He defers to his grandfather. He cares about his grandfather’s feelings.
But that can’t be a weakness for a villain like Rosalind Fairchild to exploit.
"Mr. Fairchild, I’m sure you can judge for yourself who truly loves you and who is only after their own interests."
As Jenna Axton finished speaking, Rosalind Fairchild suddenly burst out laughing, a wild and arrogant sound.
"I never would have thought you’d actually fight back. Interesting. Life is getting more and more exciting."
"That’s enough," Julian Fairchild growled. "These old bones of mine don’t have many days left to be tormented. You can’t move back. If the food isn’t to your liking, then hire your own chef."
Rosalind was disdainful and yelled right back,
"Fine, I won’t move back then! Who do you think is dying to live here anyway? What are you shouting for!"
"You... You..." Julian Fairchild was so angry he couldn’t catch his breath, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
A whole group of people were red in the face from arguing because of her, yet she just sat off to the side, staring at everyone as if she were watching a play.
’This was truly...’
"You cold-hearted, unfeeling thing! Get out!" Julian Fairchild clutched his chest, his breath as faint as a thread.
He couldn’t catch his breath and fainted on the sofa, his limp body sliding to the floor.
"Grandpa!" Blaze reacted instantly, catching him.
