To Be Yours Again by Taylor

Chapter 167 I Hope You’re Not Like Your Father

Warren was waiting at the entrance to the Old Mansion when Alec arrived. When he saw Alec, he hurried forward. “Mr. Alec, you’re finally here! Mr. Faust has waited a long time!”

“How’s….” Alec frowned and appeared glum. “How’s his mood now?”

“He’s not in a good mood. Please brace yourself,” Warren replied truthfully. Alec nodded at him before going up to the study on the second floor. He knocked and entered the dark room. The only light was from the lamp on the study desk. An old man with gray hair sat at the desk and appeared lonely from afar. “Grandpa,” Alec greeted Old Mr. Faust and walked up. Hearing the voice, Old Mr. Faust gave his grandson a long look but remained quiet. Alec stood in front of him without a word.

A long silence later, Old Mr. Faust finally sighed. “Okay, tell me what’s going on between you and Yvonne.”

Alec told him everything from last night without leaving out details and added, “Grandpa, don’t fret. I will take care of it.”

in Old Mr. Faust’s eyes. “If you have taken care of it, what’s with the rumors on the internet? Are you going to marry her? I will not accept a woman like her into my

Alec and Yvonne were close, he worried that Alec might actually marry her after last night’s incident. However, Alec was merely confused by his grandfather’s remark and smiled

affect their standing if Alec refused to marry Yvonne. After all,

my only granddaughter-in-law, and I will not recognize any other woman!” Old Mr. Faust declared. He was not keen on letting the devious Yvonne

felt conflicted by his grandfather’s stance. He was a little glad but also sorrowful. Sighing, he asked,

certain: she’s the most suitable partner for you.” Even though Old Mr. Faust sounded

though. He sensed something was off when his grandfather insisted he chose Jenny on different occasions. Despite that, he would not ask his grandfather about it. For starters, the old man would not reveal the reason, and Alec

are too soft to deal with Yvonne, you should let me handle it,” Old Mr.

“I have my plans. You don’t have