Predestined Marriage
Chapter 246: The Indescribable Truth

Leonardo went to Charlie's room.

A servant standing outside the door bowed respectfully when he saw Leonardo. "Mr. Emerson."

Then, he pushed open the door for him.

As soon as Leonardo entered, the servant closed the door behind him.

Charlie was still sitting on the sofa. He leaned his head against the back of the sofa. It was opera on the TV and the sound wasn't loud.

As Leonardo approached, he discovered that Mr. Charlie had already fallen asleep.

Before Leonardo could make a sound, Mr. Charlie suddenly opened his eyes. His sharp eyes were cloudy for a moment.

He stared at Leonardo as if he was frightened, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

But very quickly, his eyes regained the clarity.

"Oh, you're here."

His voice was somewhat hoarse. But Leonardo felt that these words were not for him.

Leonardo frowned and sat down opposite Charlie, carefully examining him.

He remembered when Summer returned, she looked like she wanted to say something, but now seeing this, he understood why.

Leonardo had been arrogant in front of Charlie and Charlie could tolerate him, because he felt Leonardo was like him. So he naturally loved him more and didn't care about Leonardo's arrogance.

Mr. Charlie was always smart and wise. He would never show weakness in front of others.

Accustomed to Charlie's patriarchal style, Leonardo was a little surprised when he saw his exhaustion and fragility.

Leonardo frowned even more tightly, so he directly asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

He and Mr. Charlie disagreed with each other. They were more like friends than grandfather and grandson.

Although Mr. Charlie had told him not to investigate his mother's matter, which made him a little distant from Mr. Charlie, he still cared about his grandfather.

There must be a reason why Charlie didn't let him investigate it, but Charlie definitely wouldn't have anything to do with it.

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. I'll be one year older. There aren't many days left for me. I want to talk to you." Mr. Charlie looked at him, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.

Mr. Charlie's tone somewhat irritated Leonardo. He said impatiently, "Just say what you want."

Mr. Charlie did not get mad at his impatience. Instead, he smiled, "Among all the Emersons, only you and Douglas are the most sincere ones. But those who have achieved great things can't be too honest." "Summer is young, and her personality is different from yours. She is a good girl, but as your wife, I don't think she is suitable..."

Seeing that Leonardo was about to get angry, Mr. Charlie smiled, "I haven't finished speaking yet. Just listen to me!"

Leonardo snorted and leaned back, waiting for him to continue.

"She's got good patience. I asked her to watch TV with me and she just did. And she didn't show any impatience. She is good. And she looked pretty, too. If I were young, I would fall in love with such a beautifu girl."

Charlie's words sounded a little odd to Leonardo.

Leonardo raised his eyebrows and said with a cold face, "Old man, speak properly."

Charlie's eyebrows twitched. He slapped the sofa and then pointed at Leonardo. "Little brat, I'm your grandfather. When you were young, I didn't say anything even you pissed on me. Now you have a wife, and you think you are superior to me, huh? Do you dare to say that to your wife?"

The old man was full of vigor now, and it was more like him.

Leonardo tilted his head and said calmly, "She is a little girl. I have to be gentle to her. How old are you to compare yourself with a girl?"

Charlie was so angry that he took the remote control on the tea table and threw it to him.

Leonardo couldn't dodge it. The control hit right him. He gasped.

Leonardo put his hand on the part where the control had hit him, "That's your move? Resort to violence when I got you?"

Charlie calmed down again. In a cold and solemn tone that Leonardo had never heard before, he said, "Just be good. I will tell you everything you want to know."

It turned out this was what he wanted to say the most after saying so much.

Leonardo just froze there, and he didn't react for long.

They looked at each other for a long time before Leonardo sat upright and spoke, "Including my mother?"

Charlie nodded, "Yes."

Leonardo knew him best. If Charlie promised something, he would never change his mind.

He pursed his lips and replied, "Alright."

It was already eleven o'clock when he came out of Charlie's room.

The corridor was dimly lit with wall lights on. Servants would sometimes pass by and said hello.

"Mr. Emerson."

He nodded back.

Leonardo walked forward step by step, very slowly.

He was certain that his grandfather wasn't involved in that matter, but he might know something.

And Charlie could only know after the kidnap happened.

When he brought Summer to the house for the first time, Charlie warned him to step out of this.

Since he didn't do that, there could only be one reason.

Charlie was afraid that he would replace out the truth.

The truth might be an indescribable secret.

Perhaps it was a secret that no one should know.

Or to be more specific, the truth was so heavy that even someone like Charlie, who had experienced a lot, could not bear it.

But now he was willing to tell him the truth.

What made him so?

When Leonardo regained his senses, he realized that he had already walked to the door of the room.

"Good night, Mr. Emerson."

Another servant passed by.

Leonardo turned to look at the servant.

There were many Emersons in this family, and many servants, too.

But what did they have to do with him?

Turning back, he looked at the door in front of him.

Only the woman in this room gave him the sense of security.

He pushed in. Summer immediately walked over.

"How is it? What did Charlie say to you? Do you think he's weird too?"

Apparently, she had been waiting for him, so she kept asking him questions the moment he entered. Leonardo walked in without saying anything.

Summer raised her head to look at his face and found that he became weird too after returning.00000