His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 213

That evening, Niamh stayed at the manor and took over the kitchen herself, preparing a lavish spread of all of Clifford’s favorite dishes.

Clifford had just sat down at the table when Hazel’s voice called from the foyer, “Sir, Mrs. Thomas, young master’s home!”

Niamh startled a little.

Of course, she knew Hazel was referring to Jonathan.

She’d actually assumed she wouldn’t be seeing Jonathan at the manor tonight.

Usually, whenever Jonathan came back, not only would Hazel greet him warmly, but Clifford would be all smiles, radiating grandfatherly affection. After all, Jonathan was Clifford’s only grandson—and an accomplished one at that.

But tonight, Niamh noticed a distinct chill in Clifford’s attitude toward Jonathan.

“What are you back for? Just here to scrounge a meal?”

Despite Clifford’s gruff tone, Jonathan strolled over and leaned down to knead his grandfather’s shoulders.

“Nobody knows me like you do, Grandpa.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re grown now, think you know better than everyone else, and never listen to a word I say.”

Clifford scolded him with a scowl, but Jonathan’s gentle smile never wavered.

“You’re right, Grandpa. It’s all my fault.”

Niamh watched the exchange, frowning slightly.

Clifford’s irritation was clearly about her and Jonathan’s impending divorce.

Yet Jonathan never lost his temper with Clifford, no matter what.

From what Niamh could recall, Jonathan had never been particularly close to his own parents. Sprague and Marigold Thomas always seemed caring on the surface, but there was a polite distance between them and their son—a formality that Jonathan mirrored right back.

Realizing she was getting oddly interested in Jonathan’s family dynamics, Niamh shook her head.

They were getting divorced—why was she even thinking about this?

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