Chapter 454

"Mom has to work to support me."

Aidan sneered, "Living so poorly and still wants to fight me for my grandson. She doesn't know her place. She wants my grandson to suffer with her."

Oliver quickly shook her head. "Mom never made me suffer. She let me go to a good school, just told me not to waste anything."

"Do you think the Eilish family can't afford to waste?"

"How are you teaching your grandson?" Mia thought he was being too harsh. Just to compete with Susan, he was filling his grandson's head with nonsense.

"Grandpa, no matter how rich you are, you shouldn't waste. It's a virtue."

"Yes, Oliver is right. Oliver is very smart."

Aidan reluctantly shut up. He thought bitterly, 'Oliver had suffered so much before, what's wrong with being a little spoiled now? It's not like we can't afford it.'

In the evening, when Caleb came home, the dining table was a scene of harmony. Mia was smiling, and even Aidan, who usually had a stern face, was smiling. But that smile vanished when he saw Caleb, and he frowned. "Why are you here again?"

Caleb, catching the earlier vibe, handed his suit to the servant and joked, "What? Now that you have a grandson, you don't want your son anymore?"

"You're never home all year round. If you don't come back, no one will wait for you."

"I'm waiting for Uncle."

"Good boy." At least his son cared for him.

"Oliver, don't learn from him. He's ungrateful, always siding with outsiders against me. Maybe I owed him in a past life, that's why this life feels like being enemies."

"Grandpa, Uncle loves you very much, and you love Uncle too."

"I don't love him."

Late at night, Caleb and Oliver were in the room, and Oliver reported, "Uncle, I have successfully infiltrated the enemy's camp."

Caleb was amused. "Are you a spy?"

"Yes, my goal is to persuade Grandpa to accept Mom."

"You've already succeeded."

Oliver shook his head. "Not yet. Grandpa still gets upset when he mentions Mom, but it's just a matter of time. My goal hasn't been achieved yet, I need to keep working hard, and I will persist to the end."

Oliver waved his little fists to cheer himself up, his determined look reminded Caleb of Susan.

Caleb didn't recognize his son at first because he didn't look like him, but like Susan, with delicate features. Seeing him reminded him of her, and thinking of her being sad made his heart ache.

"Uncle, why are you staring at me?"

Caleb patted Oliver's little head. "You look a lot like your mom."

"Yes, I used to look a lot like her. You know my mom is a great beauty, so when we go out, people think I'm a girl. But recently, I've noticed I'm looking more like you, my features are becoming more handsome, getting more and more handsome."

"Do you like it?"

Oliver nodded. "Uncle is very handsome, looking like you is not a loss. And boys should be a bit more handsome. I will definitely be more handsome than Uncle in the future, but I don't want to be as tall as you."

"Dislike me?"

"Too tall, it's tiring to look up. And when Mom and Uncle hug, Mom has to stand on tiptoe. I don't want my future wife to be so tired."

Caleb couldn't help but laugh, pinching Oliver's little nose. "You're so young and already thinking about getting married."

"Can't I think about it?" Oliver raised his head. "I will definitely find someone as gentle, beautiful, virtuous, and excellent as Mom."

"Yeah, your mom is an angel. I thought so the first time I saw her."

She wore a white dress, looking pure and untouched by the world, making him fall for her instantly.

Oliver lay in Caleb's arms. "Uncle, how did you and Mom meet? I want to hear your story."

"It was four years ago, in the summer, on July 20th, at a concert..."

When the memories ended, Caleb realized Oliver had already fallen asleep. Her round face, skin as tender as a peeled egg.

Caleb's heart melted as he kissed her forehead and murmured, "Goodnight, son."

Oliver's little mouth moved. "Goodnight, Daddy."

Early in the morning, Aidan was already in the yard, ready to exercise.

"Where's my grandson?"

Mia brought a plate of fruit. "Still sleeping, I guess."

"Didn't he say he'd exercise with me every day? It's only been two days, no perseverance at all, just talks big."

"Why are you arguing with a three-year-old? It's only six-thirty, let him sleep a bit more," Mia defended her grandson.

Aidan exercised for half an hour before he couldn't continue. "Prepare breakfast."

"Not exercising anymore?"

"Tired."

"You're too attached to your grandson."

"Who said it's because of him? I'm tired, okay?"

"Okay."

But until nine o'clock, there was still no sign of Oliver.

Aidan was getting impatient. "Why is he still sleeping?"

Mia was also puzzled. "Yes, he usually gets up at six. It's already nine today. Could he be unwell?"

Hearing this, Aidan rushed upstairs without a word.

"Aidan, slow down."

When they entered the room, they found Oliver's little face burning red and quickly called the doctor.

The two elders anxiously paced by the bed.

The doctor examined Oliver and asked about his diet.

Mia quickly listed everything he had eaten recently.

The doctor shook his head, thinking, 'Another case of the old folks spoiling their grandson's stomach.'

"Kids' stomachs are delicate. Eating such a variety of foods will definitely upset their stomachs. This is a case of gastroenteritis causing the fever, but luckily it's mild, not serious. Just needs rest at home."

"We didn't know, please prescribe the medicine quickly," Mia said, heartbroken.

Aidan was also heartbroken and couldn't even scold anyone, sitting by his grandson's bedside.

"Mommy... Mommy... I'm... I'm so hot... Mommy..."

"I want Mommy..."

"Mommy..." Oliver kept calling out.

Aidan couldn't even feel jealous at this moment; he just wished he could take on all his grandson's pain.

"Mommy... I want Mommy..."

Mia felt distressed hearing this and couldn't help but suggest, "Should we... let her come over?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Didn't you hear the grandson calling for her? It's pitiful to hear."

"We have a doctor, us, and servants, so many people taking care of him. Is she better than all of us combined?"

"But she is Oliver's mother; she knows him best..."

Aidan waved his hand to interrupt Mia, "Enough."

Despite taking the medicine, Oliver's condition showed no improvement by evening. Aidan's inquiries with the doctor proved futile, leaving him so anxious that his hair seemed to turn white.

"Aidan, stop being stubborn. Let her come over; the grandson is the most important," Mia said, very anxious.

Aidan wavered internally but still didn't relent.

"Grandpa." Oliver opened his eyes weakly. "Did Mommy come? I want Mommy..."