An Joycelyn English Novel Chapter 240
Chapter 240 Joycelyn saw Ellison’s words as a tease. Holding Ellison’s hand, Joycelyn walked into the living room. Isolde soon hung up the phone and threw it to Luna. “Brat, are you alright?” Isolde walked over and looked Ellison up and down. Ellison stood upright and looked great though his right hand was wounded. “You seem fine. Joycelyn, Luna cooked you some soup. Come taste it.” Isolde went over and pulled Joycelyn toward the dining room. Joycelyn could not say no to Isolde, so she looked back at Ellison, whose back was straight. She had surprise and confusion on her face. ‘Why did I, instead of the wounded Ellison, get dragged away for the soup?” “Well, Isolde, I am not injured. I am fine.” It was Ellison who needed the soup. 0 “You were scared, so you deserve something good. Besides, you must be tired from looking after that brat. What a long day for you!” Isolde felt sorry for Joycelyn as if Joycelyn were her biological granddaughter and Ellison were her grandson–in–law. Hesitant, Joycelyn kept looking back at Ellison. She didn’t feel relieved till he soothed her with a wink. “Brat, come over. Joycelyn can’t drink up all the soup alone.” “Coming. The rest will be mine.” Ellison had to follow behind his wife. Sandra didn’t go home because she was protecting Pearl in the hospital. If Sandra was back, Ellison wouldn’t have the honor to taste the soup. In the dining room, Luna served the dishes. Isolde sat at the head of the table and watched the Grant couple drink the soup. “Isolde, something on your mind?” Joycelyn noticed that Isolde’s expression was unusually solemn. “The fire is on the news. Your uncle called me, and I lashed out at him. Your great–grandfather’s 100th birthday is around the corner, and a grand celebration will be held for it. We will have to spend one whole week in our hometown. “Your grandfather’s birthday is two days after your great–grandfather’s, and your parents‘ deathday is one week after it. Usually, the celebration for your great–grandfather’s birthday lasts for one day. Now, I am not in the mood for it. Your uncle and his family are incapable but love to cause trouble.” It was easy to tell that Isolde was still mad. Biting the spoon, Joycelyn felt sorry for Isolde. Isolde sounded peaceful, but her clenched fists got her true feelings exposed. Her husband died young, and so did her son. When her only grandson was in trouble, his wealth was coveted by their relatives….