Chapter 1000 The Old Lord Is Actually Not a Bad
Chapter 1000: Chapter 1000: The Old Lord Is Actually Not a Bad Person Chapter 1000: Chapter 1000: The Old Lord Is Actually Not a Bad Person Old Master Lawrence still felt a stifled sensation as if his punch had landed in cotton, and with a taut face, he said, “XX, go see her off.”
The seasoned housekeeper behind him immediately bowed, “Yes, Old Lord.”
The housekeeper walked in front of Enna Clark, “Ms. Clark, come with me, please.”
“Alright.” Enna Clark turned back and respectfully bowed to the imposing old man on the sofa, “Grandpa, goodbye.”
Having done all this, she then followed the housekeeper’s steps and left together.
Once the room’s door closed, the housekeeper, leading two steps ahead of her, spoke with a kind and friendly expression, “Ms. Clark, it’s been a long time.”
“A long time indeed.”
“It feels like the day I saw Ms. Clark at the hotel was just yesterday, yet it’s already been over a year. You seem to have grown a lot since I last saw you.”
Last time, following Old Lord’s instructions, he’d blocked Enna Clark at the elevator and brought her to meet the Old Lord.
At that time, Ms. Clark, although resilient and courageous in front of the Old Lord, still showed signs of nervousness and unease.
Today, having observed the whole time from behind, he hadn’t felt any anxiety or nervousness in Ms. Clark; she exuded calm and composure, a genuine serenity, not a feigned one, which surprised him.
Unable to contain his curiosity, the housekeeper still asked, “Ms. Clark, are you really not afraid of the Old Lord?”
It was rare for him to see anyone so composed under the Old Lord’s daunting presence, calm, as if they weren’t afraid of the Old Lord at all.
But why wasn’t Ms. Clark afraid of the Old Lord? Didn’t she worry that a bad impression would make the Old Lord dislike her?
Enna Clark saw his restrained yet unmistakable curiosity, her bright eyes smiling and her tone softening a lot, “Actually, it’s not that I’m not afraid; it’s just that I feel a kind of inexplicable closeness to Grandpa, so I seem more relaxed.”
She blinked, adding another comment, “Also, given the impression Grandpa currently has of me, it seems there’s no way for it to get any worse.”
Old Master Lawrence didn’t like her and didn’t approve of her being together with Baron Lawrence, which was clear to anyone with eyes.
Even on her first visit, Old Master Lawrence had bluntly demanded she leave; could there be anything worse than that?
Indeed, it seemed there was nothing worse, so she didn’t have much reason to be nervous.
The main reason for her lack of tension was, from what she’d inadvertently learned from the doctor, that Old Master Lawrence was also a man whose bark was worse than his bite.
There were commonalities between the personalities of Old Master Lawrence, Baron Lawrence, and Bobby, which inexplicably made her feel a sense of closeness. Although the Old Master had been stern and authoritative while talking to her, she felt as if she was seeing an older Baron Lawrence and a grown-up Bobby, which suddenly eased her tension.
And so she appeared much more at ease.
Of course, to say she wasn’t nervous at all would be a lie; facing the Old Master, she was still nervous. She feared that the Old Master would not accept her, not give her a chance, but she had resolved not to back down and had promised Baron Lawrence that she wouldn’t withdraw; she wouldn’t easily concede defeat! That was it.
Each conversation with her always felt easy and comfortable for the housekeeper. Although he didn’t want to be nosy, he couldn’t help but remind Enna Clark, “Ms. Clark, the Old Lord is not a bad person; you’ll understand if you get to know him a bit more.”