The Masterpiece of Leaving：Prepared A Perfect Stand-In For Him novel Chapter 68

I was startled, jolting awake, and for a moment, I thought I was still at the Spencer residence and that Aubrey had returned in the middle of the night and was banging on the door.

I quickly flipped off the bed, almost tripping in the process.

Rushing to the door, I saw Dad, and only then did I remember that we had already left the Spencer residence and no longer needed to open the door for Aubrey.

I rubbed my eyes, and by then, Dad had already opened the door.

Outside, a fuzzy head popped out.

At first, I was startled, but upon closer inspection, I recognized that it was Auntie Violet.

Auntie Violet cheerfully stepped inside, glancing at Dad, and exclaimed dramatically, "Hey, Arthur, nothing happened yesterday, right?"

Dad looked puzzled.

Auntie Violet spoke unreservedly: "Yesterday, when Navier found out that you bought a knife and went out, she thought you were up to no good. She got quite scared. Arthur, what were you doing with that knife yesterday?"

Before I could stop her, she spilled everything.

Dad's face displayed obvious embarrassment, and his expression seemed unnatural.

"Auntie Violet, is there something you need?" I interrupted her.

Auntie Violet uttered a couple of "ohs."

She was just here to watch the excitement.

"Nothing significant," she said, looking around the small room. "Is Navier planning to stay here for a few days?"

"She'll be staying for a while," Dad answered on my behalf.

"For a while, huh?" Auntie Violet felt awkward.

Then she continued, "With your good luck and marrying such a wealthy husband, you probably can't stand living in this small house, right?"

I remained silent, just looking at her.

Auntie Violet pointed in the distance and said, "A new large hotel has opened in town, catering to wealthy tourists, and the facilities are top-notch. They even provide three meals a day. Navier, take your father there to stay for a while. Let him see the world."

"I'm an old man; what world is there for me to see?" Dad showed little interest.

I looked at Auntie Violet and had already figured out what she was up to.

Auntie Violet was afraid that her family wouldn't have enough space to live, so she wanted to stay at the original house.

Dad was kind-hearted and easy-going, not asking for any rent from her, so she wanted to take advantage of the situation and live in the cheap house forever.

Initially, I hadn't planned to bring up this matter so soon, but since Auntie Violet had brought it up, I couldn't pretend to be ignorant anymore.

So I smiled and said, "Auntie Violet, you can rest assured. No matter where we stay, we won't be returning to the old house. You can live there comfortably."

Auntie Violet smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum when I told her we wouldn't move back.

"I knew it! Rich people are different!” she exclaimed.

I continued to smile. "Dad, does Auntie Violet pay the rent for our house monthly or yearly?"

"Huh?" Auntie Violet's chrysanthemum face froze instantly.

"If it's yearly, Dad can give them a discount, 20% off," I said.

Auntie Violet's expression became stiff, regretting her decision to come here.

She had originally come just to watch the excitement, gather some gossip, and get away with living in the house. But now we were asking her for rent.

She didn't dare to stay any longer, making up an excuse and slipping away.

After breakfast, Dad took Iris to the backyard.

Under a shelter in the backyard, his tools were placed.

Dad sat in front of the old machine and started working.

The machine was quite old and made creaking sounds.

Iris found everything fascinating, touching and looking at everything, her eyes wide with curiosity. She asked Dad a few questions from time to time.

Dad answered each question patiently.

The grandfather and granddaughter had a harmonious atmosphere.

I walked over and, just like when I was a child, leaned against Dad, resting my head on his arm and feeling the rhythmic movement as he worked on the shoes.