True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 316

Heinz was surprised, then he sighed, "What a small world. She turns out to be your classmate's mother."

"Dad, you haven't answered my question yet," Ernest reminded him.

"Yes, son, I am dating Aunt Grace," Heinz answered and sighed subconsciously.

"Then, why do you sigh?" Ernest became sensitive immediately and questioned, "Shouldn't you be very happy that you' re dating? Why do you sound so unhappy?"

Heinz was stunned once again by the child's keen senses. He couldn't replace his words for a while.

"Is it because of me?" When his father did not answer him, Ernest felt that something was not right. He hesitated for a moment and repeated softly, "Dad, is it because of me?"

Heinz froze, he raised his eyebrows and prompted, "Ernest, what makes you think that?"

The child was not stupid. His tone sounded very sad as he spoke, "Dad, I was just guessing.

Because when Aunt Grace answered my call, I could hear that she was very surprised to replace out that I am your son.

She most probably dislikes being a stepmother to a child. Many of the dramas on TV say this too, and some children in our class also said so.

So, I think that Aunt Grace will definitely feel sad about this and may have a quarrel with you. That's why I said that I am in trouble."

"Ernest." Heinz shushed in reassurance, "Don't think too much, it has nothing to do with you."

In fact, Heinz thought that although Ernest was not his biological child, Grace had misunderstood him and got angry. It was exactly how he had felt when he discovered for the first time that Grace had a child.

This time, he was calmer.

When he was facing his son, he had too many emotions in his heart because this child was extremely sensitive and sensible.

He couldn't bear to hurt Ernest, nor would he abandon him.

He wanted to raise this child.

To him, it was a mission.

"Dad." Ernest called in a quiet voice and said, "If Aunt Grace doesn't like me, you can tell her that I don't live with you. As long as you and Aunt Grace can be together.

I want you two to be together. I think that Aunt Grace is a motherly person. Even if she doesn't like me, I still like her very much."

"Good boy," Heinz comforted Ernest immediately. "That's not it, Aunt Grace is mad at me. It's not because of you. Don't overthink."

Ernest was still uncertain. He whispered, "Dad, I understand now. Thank you for comforting me."

"Can you tell me why you gave me a call just now?" Heinz asked. He did not forget the phone call earlier.

"Well, there's something going on at first, but now it's fine." Ernest then added, "I'm not going anymore."

Heinz asked, "Where were you planning to go?"

"I wanted to go rock climbing on the weekend. The butler said that I have to ask for your opinion first," Ernest replied. "Rock climbing?" echoed Heinz.

"Yes." Ernest said, "It's indoor, not outdoor."

Heinz then asked, "So, you like rock climbing now?"

"Yes," Ernest nodded.

"You br*t, you're just like me back then," Heinz cracked a smile and said. "Okay, you are allowed to go. Just be careful." "Thank you, Dad," Ernest said, then he hesitated for a moment before he asked again. "Is Aunt Grace really not angry at me?"

"No, she's not," Heinz promised.

Ernest said, "Okay, Dad, good night."

"Good night."

Heinz replied and hung up the phone.

After that, he returned to the villa. He felt helpless when he saw the sumptuous dinner on the table.

Grace didn't eat anything at all. She had to be very angry. Her hands and feet felt cold and her face was pale. She had even sunk her nails into her palm, leaving deep red marks behind. One could tell how angry she was.

He fished out his phone again and called Ernest's butler, "Butler Holland, take Ernest to do a medical checkup tomorrow." "Okay," Butler Holland answered immediately. Then he said, "But he had just done a checkup not long ago, Sir."

Heinz ordered regardless, "Do it again. Look for our personal doctors."

Butler Holland complied, "Yes, Sir."

After he made the arrangement, Heinz sat down at the dining table, but he had lost his appetite.

On the way back, Grace sat in the car with tears welling in her eyes. She didn't want to be seen by the butler, so she turned her face away.

The butler was a chatterbox. When he noticed Grace' s depressed look, he started, "Miss Smith, you and our president are truly madly in love." Grace didn't say anything.

The butler continued, "You both have caused so much trouble for us today. Our president carried you here. I thought that you would have made up with each other after a while. But then, this happened... Why did you guys quarrel?"

Grace remained silent. This butler was seriously a chatterbox.

He added, "Talk to me about it, perhaps I can give you some advice. Even if I can't give you ideas, I have experience. I'm older than you, so I believe that I can somehow provide you with some useful information."

"Can you stop talking?" Grace said quietly, "I don't want to talk right now."

"That won't do." The butler smiled and said, "If you are in a good mood, I will definitely not talk. But you are in a bad mood now, and if I don't talk, your mood will worsen."

Upon hearing this, Grace was speechless.

The butler continued to say, "Think about it, if you are unhappy, you will make our president unhappy. If he is unhappy, we, the people who work for him, will suffer as well. It really is miserable." Grace wiped her eyes. She had no more tears.

The butler was so naggy that she had lost the desire to cry.

"So, Miss Smith, please forgive our president and have mercy on us. It's not easy for us who work there."

No matter what the butler said, Grace decided to stay silent.

She really didn't know what to say.

The butler went on, "It's normal for a couple to quarrel. Don't keep it to yourself. If there's anything, just say it."

At that moment, Grace's phone rang.

The butler shut up immediately.

Grace glanced at her phone, it was a call from Tyler.

When she picked it up, Tyler's voice came, "Grace, are you working overtime today?"

"No, I'm on my way back," Grace answered. She tried her best to keep her voice as normal as possible so that Tyler could not sense her emotions.

"Do you need me to pick you up?" offered Tyler.

"You don't have to," Grace said. "I'm almost home."

Tyler then said, "We're having dinner now. We'll wait for you."

"Don't wait for me. You guys go ahead and eat first. I'm hungry, so just leave me some food," Grace told him.

He responded, "Okay, there's more than enough. Don't worry."

She said, "That's good."

Then, Grace hung up the phone. Just as she placed her phone back to her bag, the butler in the driver's seat started babbling again, "Alas, I've prepared such a sumptuous meal just now. You didn't bother to eat it and you starved yourself until now. Isn't that silly?"

Grace couldn't bear it anymore, so she interrupted him, "Mr. Butler, I don't want to eat with Heinz. Can't you see that?"

The butler was perplexed. He thought for a moment and said, "Next time, I'll pack them up for you. Otherwise, they'll all go to waste. What a pity."

Grace was rendered speechless.

The butler spoke again, "Our president will not eat it either. Believe it or not, after you left, I am sure he will starve himself too. It's a pity for the delicious food to go to waste. You may not be aware of it, but when the two of you quarreled, you also wasted the food at the same time. What a sin"