Mr. Jones Be Gentle (Grace) novel Chapter 565

Master Lowe was taken aback by her words. His eyes became even sharper as he swept his gaze towards Alice.

"You are uncultured," he said angrily.

Alice instantly became angry when she heard him. She placed her hands on her hips, looked at the old man, and sneered, "Yes, I admit that I am uncultured. Do you admit that you are uncultured too?"

The old man was slightly embarrassed, and his expression was stiff. He was embarrassed.

It was probably the first time in his life that he had been gagged like this.

Grace was a little worried that Alice would be bullied. Thus, she wanted to get up to grab Alice.

Heinz grabbed Grace's hand and stopped her silently.

This kind of old man needed to be given a head-on blow. They couldn't flatter him blindly.

She turned to look at Heinz.

Heinz shook his head.

Grace had no choice but to stop. She did not make a sound or do anything.

Zachary didn't move either.

Nerissa was a little dumbfounded, but she was also silent.

No one paid any attention to Master Lowe.

Little Gary and Ernest stared at them with wide eyes. They didn't say anything either.

Alice noticed his twisted look as he glared at her angrily. She said, "Why are you glaring at me? Do you think your eyes are big? You are just an old man with droopy eyes and eyebrows who thinks that he is on top of the world. How dare you have such a bad temper?"

"How dare you speak to me like this?" He said angrily.

Alice nodded and said, "I'm already being very polite when I talk to you like this. If there are no laws to abide with, I will shoot you with a machine gun because of how you bullied my grandmother."

She gritted her teeth angrily.

Several decades had passed and Master Lowe was still acting like he was the center of the world.

She couldn't bear it no matter how hard she tried.

His face froze as soon as he heard Alice's words. He glanced at Alice and pursed his lips. His grip on the cane became tighter, and his veins were about to pop. It was very frightening.

It was obvious that he was restraining himself.

"You were really taught by her. You have no manners at all."

"It's none of your business, isn't it?" Alice said in a deep voice, "If you had manners, why did you stomp your cane on the floor? What did the cane and the floor do to you? Why are you doing this to them?" "Aunt Nerissa, let's eat." Little Gary said, "Generally, people who still have a bad temper when they are old have a problem here."

Little Gary said as he pointed at his brain.

It was self-evident. Furthermore, Master Lowe was mentally ill.

Little Gary's words made the old man glare at Little Gary instantly.

There was no fear in Little Gary's eyes at all. He looked at him calmly as if he was confirming the fact that he was talking about him.

Master Lowe was taken aback and his brow creased. "Who are you?"

"I'm my Mommy's son." Little Gary said, "That's all you have to know."

Alice laughed out loud, "Good job, my nephew. You've got it all right."

Alice glared at the old man before she turned back to the table and said, "Let's have dinner. Aunt Nerissa and Zach, let's have a competition to see who can continue eating as if there is no one else in the room."

"Alice, stop talking," Grace reminded her in a low voice.

"Yes, let's eat." Alice nodded and said, "Zach, Aunt Nerissa, hurry up and eat. Don't be affected by others. We must have our meal on time, otherwise it'll affect our bodies."

Nerissa was still feeling very embarrassed. She turned to look at her father-in-law and said nothing.

Grace was slightly flustered. She didn't expect Master Lowe to point his fingers at her. She pursed her lips and frowned.

Zachary said, "These are my two younger cousins. They are my grandmother's granddaughters. Of course, I'll bring them here."

"How dare you bring her back without my permission?"

Grace thought to herself that the 'her' he mentioned must be referring to her grandmother.

"I don't need your orders nor your permission. Everything I have now belongs to me. I don't need to inform anyone." Zachary said lightly, "I don't need you to instruct me here. Please go back."

The old man angrily rebuked, "I've said it before. No one is allowed to bring her back as long as I'm alive." "I've already brought her back." Zachary said, "What can you do about it?"

The old man stiffened and his body shook. He looked at everyone and his voice trembled slightly, "You've brought her back?"

Zachary could see that his grandfather's expression was a little stiff, and he was a little agitated. Could it be that he thought that his grandmother was still alive?

His eyes drifted around the place as if he was searching for something.

Zachary said lightly, "You don't have to look for her. My grandmother has passed away. What I brought back is just a handful of ashes."

The old man staggered and he steadied himself a little with his cane.

He felt as if his mind had been torn apart. A handful of ashes?

Desolation flashed in his old eyes, and his old face looked bleak.

"She's dead?"

Zachary said in a deep voice, "Yes, she's been dead for several years. I only brought back a handful of her ashes."

The old man did not say anything for a long time.

He seemed to be questioning Zachary's words, and he also seemed to be doubting this fact. After a long time, he said, "Since she's dead, why did you bring her back?"