Chapter 36 In The Spirit of the Agreement
Serena bited her gaze slightly, het gentle yet meaningful gaze sweeping over Evelyn. “As an elder, if one wishes to earn the respect of the younger generation, one must first behave like an elder.”
Her expression remained calm, and her tone was gentle as she responded “Evelyn, do you agree?
Evelyn let out a short laugh, both amused and frustrated.
At that moment, Lucas could no longer sit still. He immediately cut in, his words carrying a hint of reproach, “Harrison, look at the wife you married. She doesn’t even understand the basic principles of respect and hierarchy.”
Harrison’s paze humed sharp and cold in an instant. His deep voice canted an indentible authority. “She’s my wife. She doesn’t need to adhere to hierarchy.”
Lucas was stunned by his key glare Though resentment burned inside him, he could only suppress it. He dared not speak another word.
Serena turned to look at Owen, offering a warm smile as she said in a soothing voice, “I tend to speak frankly hope you won’t take offense.”
Owen’s lips twitched slight. His expression darkened, his gaze tuming cold and grim. With anger lacing his voice, he gritted out his words through clenched teeth, “Very well. Hamson, you’ve truly married a “good” wife.”
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Hamison curled his lips into a faint smile and replied with complete seriousness, “Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Owen
Upon hearing this, Owen became even more hous. The atmosphere in the room grew subtly tense and complicated.
Serena sighed inwardly. The people of the Spencer family were truly not easy to deal with.
Suddenly, Harrison gently squeezed her palm. In a voice only she could hear, he said, “Well done.”
Sermatilted her head slightly and met his gaze. Using the same low volume, she replied, “It’s in the spicit of the agreement.”
The moment those words left her lips, Harrison’s expression darkened.
Serena quietly withdrew her hand from his grasp and deliberately turned away from him. She faced Martha, presenting her back to Harrison,
At that moment, Marcus arrived with his girlfriend, Lydia Remington, and his younger sister, Lilian. As soon as they entered the room, Marcus guided them in greeting the elders one by one with polite respect
As his gaze swept across the room, Marcus suddenly noticed the woman seated between Martha and Harrison. “Great–Grandma Martha, who’s this lady beside you? His voice carried a hint of curiosity and reverence
“Oh, this is your Uncle Harrison’s wide, Serena Linden, Martha introduced with a warm smile.
Hearing her introduction, Marcus was momentarily stunned. He discreetly studied his new aunt, flicker of intrigue flashing within them.
No wonder the always cold and ascetic Harrison had suddenly decided to marry. It turned out that his wife was incredibly beautiful.
It seemed that even Harrison was not as unattainable as he appeared.
The moment Lydia heard the name, her smile froze. “Serma?”
Serena had already noticed her the moment she walked in.
The instant their eyes met, the warmth in Serena’s expression vanished, replaced by a cold glint filed with unresolved hatred. There was clearly an unspoken past between them. Harrison noticed Serena’s subtle change in demeanor. His large palm rested gently on her waist as if to offer a silent reminder or perhaps comfort.
Martha hesitated slightly before asking in a measured tone, “Do you two know each other?”
Marcus also looked surprised. His gaze shifted back and forth between Lydia and Serena
Serena suppressed the emotions in her eyes, her lips curving into an almost imperceptible smick as she asked playfully, “Do we know each other? Harrison’s dark, piercing eyes also settled on Lydia
Lydia clearly panicked under his gaze. Her heartbear faltered for a moment before she forced a dry laugh and quickly shook her head.
“No, we don’t. It’s just that this name sounds very similar to someone I know.”
“Oh, I ser,” Marcus said without suspicion
However, Evelyn, who had been sitting quietly, kernly sensed something unusual. A calculating gleam flickered in her eyes, and new thoughts began to form in her mind. Seeing that neither of the elaborated further, Martha chose not to pursue the matter. Instead, she turned her attention to something else.
“Marcus, wher’s your father? Why didn’t he come?
Marcus replied, “My father is tied up with work at the research institute. He really couldn’t get away, so he asked me to apologize on his behalf.” Martha waved her hand dismissively. “It’s time we’ll pathes again when he’s available next time.”
Not long after, Lewis approached and reported in a soft voler, “Mrs. Spencer Sector, the food is ready, and the meal can begin at any time.”
Martha nodded and responded, “Very well.”
Soon, everyone stood up and made their way toward the dining
