Mr. Jones Be Gentle (Grace) novel Chapter 568

Charles Lowe, the eldest child of the Lowe family, looked at everyone. His gaze landed on the vase in Grace's hand and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Grace had not seen such an attitude but she sensed that there was no kindness in his narrowed eyes. For some reason, he was very patient and restrained.

He didn't need to speak. Anyone who looked at him would know he came looking for trouble.

After a slight pause, he said, "Dad, since Aunt Marilyn is still your wife, you don't have to stop her from entering our ancestral tomb. She's dead anyway. I think my mother can accept it."

When he finished, Grace felt extremely displeased.

His mother could accept it?

If his mother did not die, there was no need for the old man to remarry. Grandma's life became so difficult and miserable because of it.

What Charles said made it seemed that her grandmother was an intruder, and she was not Master Lowe's lawfully wedded wife.

The words that came out of Charles' mouth made it sound like they were the good guys doing some charity.

Grace was amused. She smiled coldly and looked at Zachary.

Zachary frowned and his eyes were sharp. He said, "Uncle, you seem to have been mistaken."

"Oh?" The eldest son of the Lowe family raised his eyebrows and said, "Zachary, what have I mistaken?" "My grandmother is my grandfather's lawfully wedded wife. Since Grandfather said that my grandmother didn't officially divorce him, he is still his wife." Zachary enunciated each word clearly.

Charles frowned and looked at him with displeasure as he said, "Did I say that she wasn't?"

"Uncle, listen to me." Zachary said calmly and firmly, "I'm pretty sure that when my grandfather married my grandmother, he didn't ask for your late mother's opinion. It's the same for this matter. Your mother's opinion is not needed. Your mother is your grandfather's legal wife but my grandmother is not a mistress. She is also his legal wife."

Charles looked embarrassed and frowned unpleasantly. He glanced at Zachary and said, "She's a mistress as long as she was the remarried one. Zachary, you don't know much about that era."

"Uncle Charles." Zachary looked at him with a sharp gaze. "I don't know about you, but I do know about history. Monogamy existed in that era. My grandmother is not a mistress."

Charles felt a little awkward, and his cheeks bulged. He was gritting his teeth. The veins on his face were popping.

"Zachary," Charles said, "What's the point of arguing about this now? Your grandmother's ashes have been brought back. We all advised your grandfather to place her in the ancestral tomb. It's good to be on good terms with each other."

"Uncle, if what you are saying is true, I'll thank you first." Zachary said lightly, "But we don't need your charity, and we don't need your permission."

"What's wrong with your attitude?" Charles asked in surprise, "Are you saying that you don't want your grandmother to be buried in the ancestral tomb?"

"That's right." Zachary said, "My grandmother isn't interested in the ancestral tomb. She has been living her entire life as she pleases. It's the same no matter where she goes."

"However, she had one last wish. She wanted to be with her son. She did not raise my father when she was alive for various reasons, thus she wanted to be by her son's side."

"This was her long-cherished wish."

"Therefore, I intend to realize my grandmother's wish and move my father out of the ancestral tomb to accompany my grandmother. We'll choose another cemetery."

"Isn't it better to enter the ancestral tomb? Your grandmother can also accompany your father there, right?" Charles said, "We are a family. How can a family be separated?"

Zachary's lips lifted with a cold smile. He looked at Charles with a deep look, "Uncle, why did you stop talking?"

"Zachary," Charles was flustered by his words. He reached up and touched his collar as if to loosen himself up. "I am your uncle. Your father respected me a lot since your father was brought up by me."

"Uncle Charles, please don't coerce me with your morality." Zachary said, "I didn't say anything. I'm surprised to hear you say that. Are you guilty of something?"

The eldest son of the Lowe family looked even more embarrassed. "Zachary, I've watched you grow up. How can you do this?"

Zachary smiled slightly and his eyes fell on Grandma's ashes. He walked over and took the ashes from Grace's hands.

He changed the topic instantly and said in a deep voice, "Please leave. We haven't finished eating and you've interrupted us. It's not the right way to treat our guests."

"We can't leave now." Charles looked anxiously at his father and asked, "Dad, this matter has not been resolved yet, right?"

Master Lowe glanced at Zachary and asked, "Are you going to kick me out?"

Zachary looked firmly at him and said, "Any person who disturbs my grandmother should leave."

Master Lowe looked Zachary up and down, and there was a touch of sadness in his eyes. "Your grandmother is still my woman."

"So what?" Grace said coldly.

"When alive, her body belongs to me. When dead, she is my ghost. I should be the one dealing with her ashes." Master Lowe said coldly, "No one else has the rights."