Chapter 746
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Thankfully, Shepard and Giselle had left to check in on Tessa at the estate. After losing Luther, Tessa had grown unwilling to leave the place where she had shared so much of her life with him.
Both Shepard and Ableson, along with their wives, had gone there to convince her to move in with one of them. They didn’t want her staying alone so far away, worried that something would go wrong and they couldn’t reach her in time.
Brenna was heading downstairs when she bumped into Ernst.
Since Ernst and Ethan had grown up side by side, Ernst had no objections to Ethan dating his sister.
Watching Ernst about to head out on a Saturday, Brenna tilted her head and asked, “Why are you still going to work on the weekend?”
“I’m not working; I’m going out with Lilith,” Ernst said.
Brenna blinked and replied casually, “Oh, you’re still seeing her? I thought you broke up with her long ago.”
A low laugh escaped Ernst. “She’s actually a great person. She’s beautiful, grounded, and has a good sense of style. I’ve already been to her place twice, and her parents seem great, too.”
“If you’re happy with her, that’s all that matters. You can bring her home someday.” Brenna hadn’t forgotten that Lilith was the daughter of her mother’s longtime friend.
Ernst nodded with a smile before making his way to the driver’s side of Ethan’s car, curious about how Ethan’s recovery was going.
Ethan stepped out of the car to talk to him. “My injury is healing well. No more IVs. Just need to change the dressings now and then. So, are you getting engaged soon?”
“Planning to before the year wraps up,” said Ernst with a nod. “Congrats!”
Brenna tucked the gifts she had brought into the back seat, then climbed into the passenger side.
Ethan reached into the back seat and handed Brenna a perfume he had picked up in Valport, presented in an elegant box.
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“Thank you.” Brenna opened the box and found a golden glass bottle inside, its design both intricate and eye-catching. She gave the perfume a quick spritz, catching a scent that was subtle and elegant.
Ethan smiled at her, then started the car and drove toward his grandmother’s place.
During the drive, Ethan began telling Brenna more about his grandmother.
“My grandmother should be around eighty-seven now. Or maybe she’s still eighty-six. Anyway, she’s in pretty good health. She’s always had a soft spot for me. Anytime I got in trouble or clashed with my parents, I’d run to her. She never hesitated to scold them for me. She’s easygoing, and she never complains about food, always sticking to the simple stuff—things like oatmeal, pickles, and ravioli.”
Brenna offered a warm smile. “You mentioned that before, so I picked up some of the most popular ravioli from a place nearby. I hope she’ll enjoy it.”
“She’ll definitely love it,” Ethan said. “My grandmother only has two children—my uncle and my mom. She lives less than fifty meters from my uncle’s house, and he’s the one who usually looks after her. He’s easy to get along with, so you don’t need to worry about him. What concerns me more is his second daughter, Bess Navarro. She’s really close with my mom.”
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