“Grandpa, I'm back." Rosalynn's cheerful voice echoed as she opened the door and called out to Calvert.

“Is that Rosalynn?" Calvert ambled in from the backyard to the front hall. However, the sight of Brian trailing Rosalynn caused the smile on his face to vanish instantly.

“Rosalynn, what is that man doing here?" Calvert narrowed his eyes, his mustache twitching as he frowned in displeasure.

“Rosalynn and I have come to visit you."

Before Rosalynn could reply, Brian put the bags down and answered the question for her.

Calvert peered at his granddaughter's arm, which was Linked with Brian's.

"What happened? Didn't you already get a divorce?"

Rosalynn smiled.

"Grandpa, you were the one who set this marriage up for me. Do you really want me to throw it away?"

Calvert's scowl deepened.

"Stop trying to distract me and answer my question. So, the two of you haven't divorced, after all?"

Rosalynn was about to reply, but Brian beat her to it yet again.

“I deeply regret not treating Rosalynn well these past two years. I am here to express my sincerest apologies. I am willing to accept any punishment you deem proper.”

He humbly Lowered his head.

Calvert snorted.

“Here to apologize, eh? Then why aren't you being as sincere as you said?"

Brian was at a loss.

Did the old man want him to kneel at his feet?

Brian glanced sideways at Rosalynn. Pressing his lips into a tight line, he shifted his feet and made to get on his knees.

Rosalynn blurted out, “Grandpa, do you smell that?"

“What? You mean the stink of money?" Calvert was taking a dig of Brian, implying that he was nothing more than a scumbag who put money above anything else.

Amused, Rosalynn reached for one of the bags and pulled out a bottle of wine.