Chapter 470 - Four Hundred And Seventy: I Dont Love Players (1/2)
The third point of view:
”Who the hell dares to -!”
When the both of them saw George standing at the doorway, he looked like the devil himself. His expression was unreadable and Anabelle knew that juncture that they were in great trouble.
”What in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ is going on here?” The old man asked as if he hadn't seen everything with his own eyes.
However, Julie quickly said to him, ”Grandfather, I can explain -”
”Explain what?!” The old man didn't even give him the chance to explain himself, ”That I caught you messing around with your fiancée's cousin?!”
At the mention of ”fiancée,” Anabelle felt a sudden stab in her chest. How was she going to prove to the old man that she loved Julie when he was taken with Isabella already? How was she going to change his mind about the both of them?
Anabelle took a deep breath and said nevertheless,” Sir, I can explain. Julie and I love each other,”
When George didn't reply, Anabelle thought he understood, until he raised a question out of nowhere, ”What do you know about love?”
Anabelle gulped, thinking of it, what does she even know about love? But then, she knew one thing, she wasn't giving Julie up.
”Grandfather,” Julie spoke up this time, ”It's the truth, I love Anabelle, not Isabella. Please, don't break us -”
”Shut up!” the man barked at him with a furious gaze, ”You were fooling me all this time,”
”I didn't mean to, father. It just sort of happened between us. None of us saw it coming. Surely, you must understand since you shared the same thing with grandmother,”
”Shut up!” George's face hardened instantly. It seemed as if Julie just made everything worse with that comment. He sneered, ”Don't you dare compare the great love I had with your late grandmother with this feeling of youthful lust and conceitedness,”
George went on, ”What do you young people of this age know about love with your raging hormone, if not the great need to get into a woman's pant and the woman, of course, offering her body without shame,”
Anger boiled in Julie's veins and for the first time, he growled at his grandfather, ”Anabelle is not a slut!”
Anabelle wanted to be grateful to Julie for defending her, but with the tension escalating between grandfather and grandson, she didn't want to be a part of it. She didn't want to be the reason Julie was on bad terms with his family.
But then, she couldn't say the word, why does she have to sacrifice her emotions all the time? No, this time she had to fight for the man she loved instead of giving him up easily like the coward she was, previously. It was time to work out her happiness.
”Also,” Anabelle added after Julie, ”Your son doesn't even love Isabella,”
”And it's you he loves?” George was amused yet no trace of laughter entered his eyes. It was sarcastic.