My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 125

"Things about her are businesses of my family, and it is none of your business."

The man sitting quietly on the sofa suddenly stood up and looked around at the group of people in front of him. His voice was cold and clear.

Standing beside him, Christina felt a little surprised. Judy, who was originally so domineering, looked a little frightened now. She seemed to be very afraid of her son.

It was awkward. All of a sudden, everyone quieted down and thought deeply.

"... Come here."

Old Master Mr. Hopkins suddenly spoke in a deep voice. After saying that, he turned around and directly walked towards the corridor.

Christina winked at Patrick slightly. She knew Old Master Mr. Hopkins was telling Patrick, who, however, had no intention of moving.

"Patrick..." She secretly tugged at his sleeve.

"Young Master Patrick, Old Master Mr. Hopkins has something important to talk to you about..."

The old butler standing opposite could not help whispering a warning.

His cold face was filled with impatience as if their return had disturbed his peace.

This time, not only did Judy return, but Brianna and Barbara also returned.

Barbara had always been on good terms with him. Seeing the awkward situation, Barbara then walked up to him and smiled, "We haven't seen you for more than a month. Grandpa also wants to talk to you about something on his mind. Patrick, just follow him..."

He glanced at Barbara in front of him, pursed his lips, and frowned. He then turned around and walked towards the corridor.

Christina stood there, looking at his back, inexplicably feeling a little lost.

"Barbara, make yourself at home. Brianna and I will go into the room and arrange it." Judy spoke gently to others, but she didn't even bother to look at Christina with respect.

The maid led the Madam who had just returned, and the young lady Brianna went back to her room, leaving only Christina and Barbara in the living room.

"Christina, I haven't seen you for more than a month. Your belly seems to have grown a lot." Barbara greeted her with a smile. She naturally held her hand and calmly said, "Don't stand there. Sit down."

Christina was a little dull and she just nodded at Barbara.

Suddenly, Christina felt like she was the guest.

"Well... Barbara, is it ok for you to tell me what grandpa was busy doing in Seattle for more than a month?" Christina hesitated for a while and asked her in a low voice.

Barbara was startled by her question, then smiled casually. "Didn't Patrick tell you?" She asked back so naturally.

But when she said that, Christina suddenly felt so awful.

Christina stopped asking.

Barbara did not say anything more, so she made herself a cup of tea. Her slender fingers gently twirled the precious and exquisite white-jade teacup in her hand. She then raised her hand and drank it.

"I don't need you to meddle in my things..."

At the east end of the corridor, the summer wind was fresh and the light fragrance was pleasant. The water lilies planted in the lotus pond were in full bloom. The varieties were rare, with noble purple petals and golden stamens.

Old Master Mr. Hopkins stood at the edge of the pavilion with his crutch. He looked at the beautiful lotus flowers in front of him and fell into his thought.

The man standing behind him was not interested in watching the lotus and repeated impatiently, "I will deal with my things, I don't need you..."

"In a few months, I'll be 81."

The old man suddenly turned around, and he still looked stern and cold. However, experiences through the vicissitudes of life left marks on his face.

Old Master Mr. Hopkins's cloudy eyes looked straight at him, who was the only grandchild of his Hopkins Family.

Patrick was slightly startled. At that moment, the old man was looking straight at him. He felt a little heavy, and pressed his lips tightly, suppressing his irritation.

"Your mother... I agreed to her return."

Perhaps as he grew old, he always had a kind of mentality of wanting to return to his roots and gradually put down his obsession. He could abandon all the resentments he once had.