When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 608: A Gift of Calligraphy

"The mistake was getting involved with Elias Young." As he spoke, he raised his head and defended himself—

"Grandfather, at the time I didn’t think much about it, I just wanted to cause trouble for Adrian Lancaster. I didn’t know these two companies had a longstanding feud."

This explanation made the old man’s face darken even more. He dipped his brush in ink again and continued writing... completely ignoring him.

The study was very quiet, Brandon Lancaster, who was kneeling, felt pain in his knees and was very uncomfortable, fearing that any servants coming upstairs would see him since the door was open.

After a while, the old man finished writing the last word: Grandson.

He put down the brush and looked directly at the kneeling man, "Why are you targeting Adrian? This kind of family betrayal is not the tradition of The Lancaster Family."

"Grandfather, what did he tell you?" The man was agitated, "Does he still have the nerve to accuse me? On his first day at the company, he fired me without any reason!"

The old man’s eyes narrowed slightly, "That wasn’t his first day. He took over Prestige Group at fifteen and has been running it behind the scenes ever since."

As he met the elder’s gaze, the man’s expression changed.

"So everything you did at the company, he knows clearly." The old man’s tone was calm, yet his expression remained stern, "Even now, kneeling in front of me, you’re not sincerely repentant."

Brandon Lancaster’s mental defenses crumbled. He felt ashamed. So, Grandfather knew everything?

His involvement with Elias Young in secretly colluding with external factions in the company...

"This piece of calligraphy is for you." The old man sighed heavily, "Stand up and read it out loud."

The man stood up with some tremor, not daring to look directly into the elder’s eyes. He approached the desk and saw the characters written there...

"Take it, read it out loud." The old man’s eyes were cold.

He stepped forward, gently pressed the rice paper on the desk, and read softly through gritted teeth—

"Selfishness and harm shorten life, doing good enrich and prolong generations."

"You’ve read so many books, do you know what this means?" The old man suppressed the anger in his heart. If he weren’t his own grandson, he might’ve already had him sent to prison.

"Grandfather." Brandon Lancaster lowered his head deeply and apologized again, "I’m sorry, I was wrong, I will definitely do good deeds from now on."

But the old man, having lived so long, was an excellent judge of character and events. Brandon Lancaster was different from Adrian Lancaster. He was like his mother, Melanie Lancaster—unsatisfied and ambitious.

Whereas Adrian Lancaster’s composure was innate.

"Whether you do good is not my concern, but I hope you know what’s best for you. Opposing Adrian Lancaster is opposing your grandfather, understand?"

Hearing this, the man felt a deep sadness. He realized with clarity that his status in The Lancaster Family was less than even Adrian Lancaster’s toe.

Immediately, a surge of hateful blood rushed to his head, spreading through his body. He tried hard to control it, to control himself.

"If you’re willing to resign from Elias Young’s company, you can follow your mother to the Netherlands branch, and return to Prestige Group. Your grandfather will handle this, and Adrian Lancaster won’t dare say anything."

But these words sounded incredibly absurd to Brandon Lancaster, he was at the point of laughing and crying.

"Alright, I understand." He could only respond in this way.

The old man didn’t want to waste words, stating unequivocally, "Take this piece of calligraphy, have it mounted, and hang it in your living room. I’ll want to see it there next time I visit."