The Wiseman Grandson Novels & Stories

Even in Caspers' unconscious form, Grandpa didn't trust him. "Are you suspecting an injured and vulnerable man?" Cathan had lost it and slightly raised his voice. Grandpa gave the unconscious man on the hospital bed a suspicious glare. "You have no idea who he is. My grandson is very intelligent," he said in both accusation and appraisal. He had to admit that over the years, he never saw one like Casper. He was the only one who seemed to be just like him but also very different from him. It was a very confusing analysis but not even his secret illegitimate son was as fierce as him therefore, he wanted to wipe out the most capable competitors, to make it easy for him. It was just unfortunate

He needed to at least, get close enough to tell them not to blindly run away. "Wilson, what is going on?" Jim asked. "Are the one-eyed beasts really coming?" the old man asked right after Jim spoke up. Wilson had difficulties making out what Jim and the old man were saying amidst all the noise, but although he could not grab what Jim said, he did manage to hear the old man's question. And so, he nodded. The worry and panicky expression on the old man and his family's faces instantly became visible. "We need to run." The old man's teenage grandson said, eyes shifting around uneasily like a petty thief who was almost busted.

"Grandpa, it's not true. Wendy is lying." "Who is your grandpa?" he snapped, stepping back as if she were toxic. "I don't recall having a granddaughter like you." Bianca collapsed, her face white as chalk. Rupert turned to the butler from the Reilly family, his voice ringing with authority. "Tell Mr. Reilly Sr. that his grandson is marrying my true granddaughter, Wendy Pittman, not some impostor playing dress-up." The butler nodded hastily and scurried out. Tessa dropped to her knees, crawling toward Rupert. "Please, Bianca is practically your granddaughter, too. You watched her grow up."

His advisor opened the car door for him. Before getting in, Mr. Wilson looked back at the top of the building, his cloudy eyes filled with malice. Sooner or later, he would make Zachary understand the meaning of “older and wiser“—that age and experience had their advantages. "Where to next, Mr. Wilson?” the assistant asked, looking at Mr. Wilson who sat with his eyes closed, gathering his strength. "Find out where that William Reynolds is,” Mr. Wilson replied. "Surely a father can control his own grandson.”

he blurted, then fled down the corridor. Franklin burst out of the room and, seeing him retreating, clenched his fists before storming into his grandfather’s study. Without so much as a greeting, he sneered, “Grandpa, you’re really something. Over a girl, you treated your own grandson like trash. You’ve never locked me up before, but you did. You even forced me to stay in bed. All this for a girl who doesn’t even love you. I’m really disappointed.” Winchester regarded his grandson calmly. “Do you love Christy?”

Hunter almost wanted to yell at the stupid grandson for talking coldly to him but he controlled his temper. "As if you're the only one who cares about this deal. I know this deal is very important to us. Even if we lose it you can go to an old house but we have no place" Jonathan hated his grandfather because his grandfather was always there to find out mistakes in Jonathan's work. This old man is really crazy.

“Besides me being obsessed with my beautiful Wissy there’s only one other person I’m aware of. Whitman Carlson.” Wisdom glances at an angry mate and shakes her head. “I don’t care who is responsible, I’m glad I have my parents and my things. They have some serious explaining do.” She sighs, “Now to the reason for this gathering. “Grandmother, did my mother have any powers?”

Old man Quinn, an old man with Grey and black hair, who also seemed to be in his 90s asked. “We don’t know if your granddaughter would embarrass my grandson on the altar. Who knows, she might have someone she has set her eyes on.” “Wilson! Don’t malign my granddaughter!” The old man hit his walking stick in a fit of rage. “Then, why did you think it is nice to read malicious meanings into my grandson’s expression? Children from Williamsburg family don’t smile over nothing.” Old man Quinn rolled his eyes and focused on the stage. It didn’t take long before Lisa’s father walked his daughter, hand in hand into the hall.

Even though he did not understand most of it, he could roughly tell that the young man before him was a big shot with an impressive background. Not only was he Anna’s master, but he seemed to be the grandson of the Divine Constabulary’s president as well. This kind of big shot could easily annihilate the Wattersons just by speaking, yet his foolish son went up against him head-on. Did he want some excitement because he was bored with his comfortable life in the Wattersons in Long Beach?

Though it was his own turf, he somehow was not upset that he was chased out. When he stepped out and saw his grandson, he was smiling at Jim. "So? That woman and her daughter returned, didn't they?" "How'd you know?" Jim did a double take and sighed. "I can't even begin to understand Mr. Lawrence's wisdom in medicine—it's too much for me, and it's clear I'm the ignorant one. I finally understand why you hold him in such high esteem, Grandpa." "Oh, as long as you get it." Abel chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder as he saw that his grandson was won over.