The Wiseman Grandson Novels & Stories

Wilson didn't dare to give it to him because Nathan had warned him. After Mr. Carter left, the room was quiet again. Mr. Wilson was silent, his face looking unsightly, no words coming from his lips. The older man sat stunned, his hand stroking his chin. Nathan and Mike looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders, confused by the grandfather's attitude. "What's wrong, Grandpa?" asked Nathan at last. "Yes, Grandpa. Don't confuse us," Mike continued. Mr. Wilson let out a long sigh and looked at his two grandsons in turn. "Confused? You say you're confused? So what you're doing isn't confusing?"

Heather said straightforwardly, “Old Madam Young, I’m here to look for my grandson.” “Old Madam Larson, I think you got it wrong. This is the Youngs’ house. Why would the grandson of the Larson family be here?” “I didn’t get it wrong. Travis is my grandson, and I came to America this time to bring him home. I hope Old Madam Young would fulfill my wish.” Old Madam Young laughed. “We should leave this matter to our children. I’m too old to care about their affairs.”

“And today, I’m returning the favour.” “You spiked my coffee,” Grandpa said, voice rising. “I was in my study. I drank coffee and….” “Exactly,” Morris said. “And it wasn’t hard to figure out. You were too distracted, and I didn’t even need to stress.” He leaned closer. “Let’s have a little father-son chat, shall we?” Grandpa didn’t respond. “I’ve met with Samson,” Morris said, his voice now firm. “Yes. The same ‘mad’ Samson.”

' Madison's uncle thought. "My grandson is a kind person and doesn't put on airs, and he’s willing to let go of just about anything. I heard that he had suffered a good amount of hardships in your family back then, but I don't intend to pursue these things since he's unwilling to mention it as well. But heed my words; if my grandson is involved in any of this trivial nonsense by anyone else, I will definitely make those people suffer a fate worse than death," the old woman spoke indifferently.

The gateman just kept quiet and knew that he was in a bad mood and therefore he didn’t need to be disturbed with unnecessary greetings. Old Madam Walker heard a commotion outside the house and woke up immediately followed by Old Mr. Walker from behind. She was still rubbing her sleepy eyes and she tried to make out what was happening, then she caught sight of her grandson climbing the stairs. “Son, is that you?” Old Madam Walker asked while standing at the top of the stairs. He climbed up faster than normal, two stairs at a time and when he reached the spot where the two were standing he kissed his grandmother on the cheeks and hugged his grandfather.

“You claimed you were the chairman’s grandson, and yet you don’t even recognize your own grandfather?” Preston froze, then his eyes flicked between my face and Grandpa’s, picking up the resemblance. Finally, he laughed in mock realization. “I see it now. You’re this woman’s grandfather!” He slapped his thigh dramatically. “You old fool! Your granddaughter is pretending to be the chairman’s granddaughter, and now you’re pretending to be the chairman, aren’t you? Is scamming a family business?” “You!” Grandpa broke into a violent coughing fit. He was shaking in anger.

"I- I'm not! I promise. Why would I cheat on-" "Do not lie to me boy. You lie one more time and I'll forget you're my grandson. I don't raise cheaters. I saw it with my own eyes, why were you standing like that with that girl? Who is she? Why don't you tell me?" Grandmother nudged his hand, demanding for an answer. Travis looked up at the corridor ceiling and let out a deep breath as if he had come to a solution that he was totally in the opposition for. He looked defeated and regretful while Ruby smiled at him, watching him undergo karma.

I had learned long ago that being noticed inside the Harrington family usually came with a price. A waiter passed behind me carrying a tray of champagne when someone suddenly grabbed my shoulder. "You're Ethan Cole, aren't you?" I turned, A young man in an expensive gray suit stood there, smiling broadly. I recognized him from the Harrington family gatherings, though we'd never spoken more than a handful of words. "Yes." He glanced toward the stage. "Your wife just saved that presentation." I nodded. "She did." "Impressive." "Very." He laughed. "You really don't talk much, do you?"

on his shoulders, he had heard Grandpa talk about the group's plans for the future. Everyone underestimated grandpa's ambitions. What they didn't know is that there's a difference between an entrepreneur and a simple businessman. He, as a grandson, actually caused the Cromwell Group to be in a deadlock because of a love affair. "Grandpa, I'm sorry for letting you worry." Howard spoke again. Hamza patted his grandson on the back, feeling relieved after a long day. "Grandpa was too decisive before, from now on, he will discuss with you about anything that happens."

Thomas’s POV: “For God’s sake, grandpa! I am not ready to take the responsibility just yet.” He yelled after being lectured for an hour about how he was an irresponsible man. He had just returned after an amazing night with the new girl he had met at a party. Now, all his good mood was down the drain thanks to his persistent grandfather: James Walker. He heard his grandfather sigh as he sat down on his favorite chair. He was silent for a minute before speaking.