The Lucky Wife novel Chapter 687

Storm stopped the car outside Château de Selene.

Pulling out a foldable wheelchair from the boot, he opened the passenger seat door and helped Jay into the wheelchair.

Château de Selene was the largest building within Tourmaline Estate, designed to look like luxurious French buildings. Within it held thousands of guards and five to six hundred nannies and servants alike. The place was an embodiment of wealth.

Every movement made since the second Storm pushed Jay through Château de Selene’s garden entrance was watched by the castle’s surveillance system.

Xavier, the grand old master’s personal butler, approached the duo and welcomed Jay courteously. “The grand old master is waiting for you at the Atrium Garden, Young Master Jay.”

Jay replied in a deep tone, “Lead the way.”

The butler brought both Jay and Storm to the Atrium Garden where Grand Old Master Ares was currently lying on a rattan chair, basking in the warmth of the sun.

Well-trimmed hedges surrounded the entire garden, decorating the grass in shapes of animals that represented its owner’s influence. Despite the tranquility of the garden, it had been made to look alive and energetic as if one were situated amid the wilderness.

Pushing Jay toward the grand old master, Storm understandingly excused himself to the sidelines.

Had this been before, Jay would have looked up to the grand old master in respect as the rest of his generation of grandchildren. He would have been grateful for this old man in front of him and grateful for this old man’s effort to teach and nurture him.

Yet right now, knowing the grand old master had taken advantage of his biological mother and knowing that the grand old master was the true culprit behind his biological parent’s detrimental affliction, every bit of respect Jay once held for him had turned into disdain.

Sitting in the wheelchair, he held his head high and straightened his back. His rebellious streak was oozing in waves.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time, Jay, but you never came. For that, I’m disappointed in you. However, I believe that you too are disappointed in me.” Grand Old Master Ares twirled the two stress balls in his hand as his voice slowly permeated the surroundings.

He spoke in a way that resembled an elderly old man whose days were numbered and was enjoying the last years of his life in peace.