Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

“Let’s go play that.”

The middle of the sunroom had long been set up with small blankets with toys like blocks on them.

Alice bounced over, like a scattered bunny, while Terrence stood motionless, glancing in Alice’s direction and back to his dad at the door.

“Mr. John, you’re really as tough on the kids as your name implies.”

Blanca Roach joked, while the other man conversed cautiously as if he were the enemy.

“How can a boy become a man without being strict.”

“And have you noticed that Terrence doesn’t like to talk or laugh or play with children and resists your demands?”

After just a few minutes of contact, Blanca Roach had it all figured out.

I have to say, Terrence is a bit Matthew Grant.

Since childhood, Wilbert Grant is probably this strict management of his son, eating and drinking are rules, no fun at all.

And Blanca Roach thinks that apparently Terrence’s situation is even worse than Matthew Grant.

I wonder what his dad did to the kid, after all, how can a child of just over two years old be so unsmiling, stoic like a little old man and a rebellious teenager.

Terrence’s father apparently froze, which he also found, and thought it was a problem with the child’s personality, he was more strict in order to board the child this stubborn temper again.

After all, the son can not fight the old son, want to harden the child to control.

But Terrence’s father didn’t understand Blanca Roach’s intention when he said that.

“The boy is like this, I’m spoiled, I will go back and teach him well.”

“I don’t mean that, I just think you are too strict, if you can show your fatherly side properly, there may be great rewards.”

Blanca Roach just wanted to remind him, she tilted her head to look at Matthew Grant, this kind of childhood I’m afraid he can most empathize with, Blanca Roach can’t help but feel sorry for her husband.

She reached into Matthew Grant’s large palm and interlocked her fingers with his.

Matthew Grant tightened the small hand in his hand, “Boys are also children, he is only two years old, don’t be too harsh.”

“Yes, President Grant,” Terrence’s father bowed his head as if he was taking on a job, and his tone was very solemn.

Matthew Grant speaks well …

Blanca Roach pursed her lips in delight and looked around the room again when Terrence’s little friend was no longer looking their way.

He sat on his knees on the blanket and watched Alice Gu arrange the blocks without making a sound or interfering, and the only sound in the room was Alice’s chattering.

Terrence’s father outside the door also nervously stared at the two children in the room, saw the child like a block of wood, and now and then observed the expressions of Matthew Grant and Blanca Roach.

He was very worried that his son would lead the President Grant family’s youngest daughter to be unhappy, and such a constant lack of interaction would certainly make President Grant dissatisfied.

After watching for a long time, Terrence did not move, Blanca Roach felt that if he continued to watch this, the nervous Terrence’s father might have to rush in and force his son to play with Alice.

“Mr. John, come and sit over here.”

Blanca Roach dragged Matthew Grant to the terrace opposite the sunroom, which was newly decorated today.

Mostly because of Matthew Grant’s status and the oppressive relationship he has as boss and employee, Terrence’s dad acted rushed and relaxed, looking over at the kids every now and then.

The sunroom was taken care of by a nanny, so there was nothing to worry about. Blanca Roach swiped her phone heartily, and Elizabeth Harris had just sent a “fire in the face” emoji.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.