Chapter 298 Under Review
Fabian looked at the electronic ticket on Wynter’s phone. He had two
more hours left until the train ride, which meant he could stay for
another hour of tea.
He brightened up at this and went back to chatting with Margaret.
Wynter went into one of the rooms and packed Fabian’s medication for him. Before Fabian and Ryan left for the train, she handed the medication to Ryan and said, “Alexis told me that no one tampered with Grandpa’s last prescription, but Grandpa’s breathing was labored
when I examined him.
“Could you keep an eye on his diet, and he follows through with it? He can take everything else in moderation. I’ll examine him again once I
go over to Kingbourne.”
Fabian’s condition had improved considerably in the last two days..
He had been coughing when he first arrived, but if his flushed ch*eks were any indication, he was much better now.
Wynter also insisted that he carry his medication on his perso
Fabian had planned on getting some work done on the train, but the medication Wynter gave him contained a mild relaxant. That, coupled.
with the comfort of the premium coach, put Fabian to sleep before
the train even left the district. He had never been this relaxed before.
Moving to Kingbourne required more packing than anyone expected.
Dalton wanted to stay and help Wynter, but she turned him down.
After all, she didn’t want him to see Wolf’s secret stash.
She hadn’t forgotten how their equipment was lost as a result of Dalton tracking them down.
Dalton was still grinning when Wynter shoved him out. “Shouldn’t I be
helping?”
“I’ll call you if I need you,” she said curtly. “Grandma needs help moving because of her bad leg, so you can come over and help by
then. Bye.”
After that, she slammed the door in his face, making her dismissal of
him clear.
Dalton fell speechless. He had given Wynter the impression that he was overly fragile and couldn’t contribute to the moving effort,
perhaps save for becoming a driver.
Even his bodyguards were staring skyward in exasperation. This was the first time they had seen anyone slam a door in Dalton’s face.
At this point, they wondered if Dalton had succeeded in becoming Wynter’s boyfriend at all.
Now that Dalton was out of Wynter’s sight, he had shed his warm
demeanor and returned to his usual mposing self. He looked particularly domineering in the moonlight.
His bodyguards kept quiet until one of their phones suddenly rang.
“Mr. Yarwood, it’s your grandfather,” the bodyguard said.
The Maybeck was parked nearby this time. Dalton stood next to it as he took the phone from the bodyguard, and he only slid into the car
after putting the call through. “Hey, Grandpa.”
“You brat! Tell me Samson wasn’t joking about what he reported back
to me,” Theo demanded, though he sounded happy on the phone. “If you’re lying to me, I’ll beat you up no matter how weak you are!”
Dalton chuckled. “I’m pretty sure Max fed you some intel before this. I thought you’d be less surprised.”
At the mention of this, Theo cleared his throat to mask his guilt and said, “Don’t change the subject. Are you serious about getting
engaged?”
“Yes.” Dalton plucked his beaded bracelet, the shadows playing over
his handsome profile. “I’m just not sure if I’ll be rejected.”
Theo sat up straight, alarmed. “What do you mean?”
“There are some things that can’t be rushed, Grandpa,” Dalton chided jokingly. “You told me that when you were giving me calligraphy
lessons, remember?” He glanced out of the car window, his gaze as
dark as the night.
Theo heard the forlorn edge in Dalton’s voice and burst out laughing.
Well, who would have thought you’d end up in this situation, huh?
Hasn’t Dr. Genius agreed to go out with you yet?
“I told you to stop being so high-handed and cocky, or you’ll end up being single for good, but you just wouldn’t listen! Now look at you,
moping over a girl! Haha/
Dalton groaned in exasperation, “Grandpa, would you mind?”
Theo sipped his tea smugly and said, “Someone’s finally come along to put you in your place, you brat. I heard from Fabian himself that your performance is under review. I bet you’re kicking yourself for
calling off that engagement!”
