Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 400 Requesting An Audience

Chapter 400 Requesting An Audience

Natalia was taken aback and looked quite awkward.

She couldn't fathom why Wilhelm's attitude towards her had suddenly gotten this way.

Max was similarly confused at the side, and didn't react to what was going on until Wilson and Wilhelm left.

He turned to look at Archie. "What's this all about, Archie? I keep feeling like old man Kawn is being strange towards Natalia."

Natalia didn't speak. It wasn't just Max. She felt that way too.

Archie's gaze dimmed slightly.

But he didn't take over the topic and just muttered, "All right, it's getting late. We should go."

With that, he took Natalia with him and left.

On the way back home, Natalia wondered, "What could Grandpa Kawn and Wilhelm want to talk to me about?"

Archie looked down at her. "Want to know?"

Natalia nodded.

"You'll know if you go over tomorrow."

"Oh?" Natalia showed a disappointed expression. "I thought you knew. If I have to go to the Kawn family to learn it, I'd rather stay in the dark."

Seeing how let down she was, the man smiled, his gaze coloring.

"Natalia, can you tell me why you're so set against the Kawn family?"

Natalia blinked. "Set against them? Am I?"

"You are."

The man's reply was very firm.

Natalia hummed. "Maybe because we're just not meant to be together. I keep feeling like the Kawn family are strange, but I can't put my finger on it. I just don't like them that much."

Archie murmured, "Do you think you might be biased against them because of Matthew and Jessica?"

Natalia frowned and looked dubiously at him.

"Why are you standing up for them repeatedly like this? Are you keeping something from me?"

The man's expression flickered, and he hurriedly said, "No."

Natalia stared at him. "Really?"

He nodded. "Really, I swear."

He wasn't sure what he thought, either, but he just thought of the problem seeing Wilhelm and Wilson's attitudes.

"To be honest, I like Wilson well enough. He's a good person, and I have nothing against him. Grandpa Kawn, though... well, I just feel like he's always got something up his sleeve. I'm reserved about him." Archie chuckled. "If you saw through him that much, looks like Grandpa Kawn's several decades of hard work still haven't got him there yet."

Having him praise her, Natalia was a little flustered.

"All right, let's not talk about them behind their backs." "Yeah, okay."

The two didn't continue on the subject.

Natalia, naturally, didn't go over the second day. Wilhelm had been disappointed, but there was nothing he could do about that. He'd wanted to come out regardless and say it, but Wilson had stopped him. As Wilson meant it, Natalia had already developed some opinions about the Kawn family because of what happened before. If the truth came out at a time like this, she might not accept that identity, nor accept him as a grandfather.

After all, with this time they had to get to know each other, he'd seen through a bit of Natalia's personality.

Her likes and dislikes were clearly defined, and she didn't like to step on other people to get to a higher place. Besides, she was a McCarthy lady now, and might not consider the Kawn granddaughter that high of a position.

Wilhelm wasn't too pleased with Wilson's assessment, but the truth had told him that it might just be like that, and that Natalia didn't care to use the Kawn family as a stepping stone.

That much was clear just from her declining today's banquet invitation.

If any other girl had received that invitation, they'd probably have been overjoyed, but she didn't even care, and was even a bit against it.

The old man had to admit that she really didn't like the Kawn family.

Now what, then?

The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the window. The old man looked at the bushes outside and fell deep into thought.

At that moment, a voice intruded upon his thoughts.

"Sir, a gentleman by the name of Lafayette is requesting an audience."

Wilhelm snapped back to reality and turned to look at the butler. "What did you say? Who wants an audience?"

"Mr. Lafayette. Here is his card."

The butler respectfully passed up a white, gold-trimmed business card. The card was simple. A purple violet logo, and a name - Pierre Lafayette. The old man shook, his face changing slightly.

"Where is he?"

"The downstairs living room."

Wilhelm's face was tightly strained and his gaze darkened as he said coldly, "Bring me down there."

The old man's sickness was flaring up today and his knees were hurting, so he could only sit on the wheelchair.

As the butler pushed him into the living room, he could clearly feel the old man's body tremble slightly.

The man in the living room stood.

Wilhelm waved his hand and sent the butler and servants away. There was only the two of them left in the broad space of the living room.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Lafayette."

The old man's voice was icy.

Pierre looked at him, his face as cool and collected as ever. "Have you been well these years, old Mr. Kawn?"

Wilhelm sneered. "No thanks to you!"

Pierre smiled slightly. "Seems like you still haven't let go of your grudge against me."

Wilhelm's eyes exploded into flame as he raged, "You've got the nerve to speak about letting go of grudges? It wasn't your daughter who died, so of course you can talk so casually about it! I'm telling you, Pierre Lafayette! I'll always hold a grudge against you Lafayettes!"

The old man had spoken too quickly and his emotions were roiling, so after he finished his spiel, he fell back into his wheelchair, face red as he panted.

Pierre looked at him mildly and urged, "Your body is not in a good condition. I suggest you keep calm."

The old man scoffed and didn't speak.

But he did try slowly to smooth over his temper.

Pierre suddenly said, "You're hung up over your daughter's death, but you seem to forget, I lost my big brother too. If we really were to split hairs, neither of us got off the worse!"

The old man bit down hard on the inside of his cheeks and glared at him.

"That was karma! He deserved it! My daughter only ended up the way she did because he fooled her into it!"

Pierre didn't seem like he wanted to debate the matter. After all, it'd been over a decade. The dead couldn't return to life, and fighting over it was pointless.

He said lowly, "What happened between them is not for us to judge. I've only come back to the nation to ask you one thing. Where is the child?"

Wilhelm's face changed.

"What child? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"The child that Miss Kawn gave birth to. My big brother's daughter. Over twenty years ago, you told me the child had been lost. For these two decades, we've always been searching without turning up any clues. A while back, I heard that the granddaughter of the Kawn family had been retrieved, and felt like I had to come back and see no matter what. Old Mr. Kawn, please produce the child!"