Chapter 221
Adrian Sinclair leaned against the headboard.
His phone screen glowed softly.
He had just finished showering.
Water droplets still dripped from his hair.
Seeing her message.
He replied immediately.
He didn't want to keep her waiting.
His robe hung loosely on his body.
The belt was tied in a casual knot.
Wet hair fell across his forehead.
Water trickled down his neck and into his collar.
He set his phone down.
And walked to the window.
The night sky was dotted with stars.
They reminded him of her eyes.
He recalled her resolute tone during their breakup.
That day, he saw her get into someone else's car.
But he knew.
Nothing had happened.
She left him.
There must be a reason.
But why wouldn't she tell him?
His thoughts were tangled.
He rubbed his temples.
A knock sounded at the door.
Adrian opened it.
Grandpa stood outside.
"Grandpa, you're still awake at this hour?"
Frederick Lowell glanced into the room.
"I wanted to talk with you."
Adrian helped his grandfather inside.
The old man patted his hand.
"I haven't been sleeping well these past few days."
"I heard you were back."
"So I came to see you."
Adrian closed the window.
The night breeze was chilly.
Grandpa had just recovered.
He couldn't catch a cold.
He poured a glass of warm water for his grandfather.
"Howard came to New York today."
Grandpa looked up in surprise.
"What did he come for?"
Mentioning Howard Lowell made the old man frown.
Other families had children who were ambitious.
His son only knew how to squander money.
He didn't even have a son.
He messed up the branch company.
Completely useless.
Adrian spoke calmly.
"He accompanied Vivian to see their daughter."
"It's been a long time since they met."
Grandpa stroked his beard.
"That girl named Anna Ross?"
Adrian lowered his head to drink water.
His hair covered his eyes.
He nodded slightly.
He didn't want to talk about her.
Grandpa was biased against her.
Fortunately, the old man didn't ask further.
He only sighed.
"Having a daughter is better than having nothing."
Not having a grandson.
Remained a regret.
At least he still had this grandson.
Grandpa's gaze wasๆฌฃๆ ฐ.
Adrian sneered inwardly.
That uncle.
Superficially friendly.
But probably hated him to the core.