?<strong>Chapter 398:</strong>


    Stephen’s words seemed like concern but were, in fact, a thinly veiled brag about his grandson’s marital sess.


    Fred quickly intervened, tugging at Stephen’s sleeve.


    “Grandpa, there seems to be something going on over there. Let’s go have a look!”


    Gracie offered an apologetic smile.


    “Adrian, I’ll go check on the kitchen.”


    “Alright,” Adrian replied, maintaining hisposure.


    Fred quickly ushered Stephen away, almost as though they were fleeing the scene.


    “Grandpa, why did you have to embarrass Adrian like that? He came here to celebrate your birthday, and you—you’re not behaving like the dignified elder you’re supposed to be! What kind of example are you setting for Dunn?”


    “I have my reasons,” Stephen retorted sharply.


    “You’re just being stubborn!”


    “You brat, what could you possibly understand?”


    Stephen, still vigorous, yfully pped Fred on the back, nearly making him leap.


    “What are you trying to do?”


    “Remember when Joelle outperformed M at that renowned international musicpetition? Shouldn’t I reim some dignity from Adrian for that?”


    Fred paused, thinking back to that day.


    M Finch, his sister, had been a musical prodigy, recognized for her perfect pitch from an early age.


    Stephen was likely recalling the time when M, until then unbeatable, was defeated by Joelle in a prestigious international contest.


    M had been devastated—she sobbed backstage, on the flight home, and long after they had returned.


    “Grandpa, that happened so long ago! Are you going to hold a grudge forever?” Fred asked incredulously.


    Stephen replied, “I’ve already lived a full life. If I can’t see Joelle, I should at least be able to confront Adrian, right?”


    Fred was at a loss for words.


    Adrian arrived alone, and as he scanned the crowd, it was clear that everyone else had brought someone with them. This only intensified his feeling of istion amid the lively celebration.


    He was relieved he hadn’t brought Can. The presence of an elderlypanion would have only emphasized his awkwardness.


    “Mr. Miller.”


    Adrian looked down to see Dunn tugging at his pant leg.


    “What’s up?”


    Noticing that Adrian was by himself, Dunn came over to engage him.


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