Chapter 689

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Upon hearing that Wilson was returning home, Joseph suddenly set down his fork and declared, “Find out his flight details. We’ll personally pick him up tomorrow.”
The dining table fell into stunned silence. Joseph cared solely about the family’s interests. His “concern” for the younger generation was very shallow. For him, picking up his grandson was utterly unprecedented.
Luke was shocked. “Dad, why the hell would you go pick up that punk? He’s got two good legs. He can damn well come home on his own.”
Joseph wiped his mouth and said, “Haven’t you all been saying I’m too old-fashioned and don’t care about the younger generation’s emotional well-being? Well, I’m working on it.”
Joseph surveyed the table and said, “Wilson has been abroad for so many years. We should pick him up. Besides, Caleb will
be there too.”
Ever since Joseph regained his mobility, he had been frequently socializing with his old friends.
All his old friends were surrounded by their children and grandchildren, yet he, despite having three grandsons and two granddaughters, stood like a forgotten old tree.
Aria had long since severed ties with the family; Silvia was gradually growing distant. Even his sensible eldest grandson, Caleb, busy with his career, was now starting to act out.
His second grandson, Wilson, had a fiery temper and was always at odds with him. The youngest, Nathan, was more mild- mannered, though not as cheerful as he used to be, and rarely reached out on his own.
Even Zoe, his usually devoted daughter-in-law, had grown distant since he issued that statement of disownment.
If one person kept their distance, maybe it was their problem. But when everyone did, Joseph finally had to take a hard look at himself.
Since he was in the wrong, taking the initiative to mend fences wouldn’t hurt. He didn’t want to fade from his grandchildren’s memories after he was gone.
Nathan asked hesitantly, “And what about Aria? Since Caleb went to look for her, will they be coming back together?”
Zoe paused, her fork halfway to her mouth. “Why don’t we all go together? It’s been years since we last saw Wilson.”
Silvia chimed in, “Tomorrow’s Sunday and I’m off, so I’ll go with you to pick up Wilson and bring him home.”
Nathan chimed in eagerly, “I’ll go too!”
Seeing everyone fuss over his son, Luke forced down the smirk tugging at his lips and gave a dismissive snort. “You guys are giving that ungrateful brat way too much credit. He doesn’t deserve it.”
A tense silence fell over the table. Nathan opened his mouth, about to blurt out that they weren’t just there for Wilson, but when Zoe subtly shook her head at him, he bit back his words.
The following day at 6 PM. Logan was working late at the office and didn’t make it back. The Saxon family rolled out in two cars and headed for the airport.
The plane landed. Just as Owen was about to help Aria with her luggage, Wilson swooped in and snatched up the suitcase. “I’ve got this. You step aside,” he said curtly.
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Elsewhere, a similar scene was unfolding. Just as Caleb was about to retrieve his luggage, Myrtle, his bodyguard, darted forward. “Boss, I’ve got this,” she said.
Caleb smiled gently. “I couldn’t possibly let a lady carry the luggage. I’ll handle it myself.”
Myrtle nimbly evaded his hand. “Boss, don’t treat me like a lady. Right now, I’m your bodyguard, first and foremost.”
Caleb said gently, “Carrying luggage isn’t really a bodyguard’s duty.”
“Boss, my life is yours. Carrying a suitcase is nothing.”
Caleb was about to say more when he suddenly noticed all three of them staring at them intently.
Especially Wilson, his eyes sparkled with mischief; he looked ready to grab some popcorn and enjoy the show.
Caleb quietly gave in, letting Myrtle take the luggage.
Aria glanced at Wilson, breaking the awkward silence. “We’re not going the same way. Hand me my luggage.”
Wilson raised an eyebrow. “Same way. I’m heading to your place.”
Aria asked, “Aren’t you going back to your own place?”
“Isn’t your place just like home to me?” Wilson shot back with a grin.
“It’s my home, not yours,” Aria retorted coolly.
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