Chapter 243: Chapter 243

Finn Grant peeked into the car, and his eyes locked with Pop’s, big eyes staring into small eyes.

"Sweetheart, isn’t it time for your milk? Sorry, we ran into a weirdo on the road today, so we’ll be a little delayed," Henry Willow explained to Pop, leaning over Finn Grant.

However, the ’weirdo’ in question grabbed Henry’s collar and slammed him onto the hood of the car, demanding, "No wonder Jenny locked herself in her room without eating or drinking after running into you at the mall the other day. So, you bastard, you’ve got a kid behind her back? Do you want my sister to be a mistress? Are you asking for death?"

"Young Master Grant, let’s not get so worked up!" Henry Willow slapped Finn Grant’s hand away.

After all, both of them had reputations, and such heated pulling and pushing on the street didn’t look good.

But Finn Grant seemed to have misunderstood, thinking Pop was Henry’s child.

Henry straightened his collar and didn’t deny it: "Isn’t this good? Knowing I’m , your sister should give up on me completely."

"Hmph, give up? If she could give up on you, she wouldn’t have been crying at home these days, losing more than twenty pounds." Follow current novels on NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Henry found that Finn Grant and Sarah were indeed siblings, as their exaggerated sob story style seemed to be a family trait.

Sarah, at about 160 centimeters tall, was at most only around eighty pounds.

If she really lost over twenty pounds, she’d likely float away on a kite string.

"It’s not that exaggerated."

"You Willow, it’s all your fault for leading her on, causing such trouble. I want my sister to break up with you, to cut ties with no attachments, not to be heartbroken over you every day, unable to eat. You must find a solution to this!"

"How do you want me to solve it?"

"I don’t care! If you can’t solve it, don’t even think about seeing your daughter."

"Young Master Grant, you..."

Before Henry could finish his sentence, a dozen men in black rushed out and restrained him.

"Dragging a child into adult grudges, isn’t that too despicable?"

Henry Willow glared at Finn Grant, trying to scold him with his eyes not to target Pop.

"Are you talking about yourself? Almost thirty and hitting on an underage girl, who could be more despicable than you!"

After all, in Young Master Grant’s eyes, his sister would forever be a minor.

It’s clear that Sarah, whom he raised, had been swooped up by this pig-headed Henry Willow when she started college, leaving him furious.

Today, there was finally a chance for the Willow to taste the same bitterness.

Finn Grant got into Henry’s car and ordered his men, "Entertain Young Master Willow well until he comes up with a solution."

After saying this, Finn Grant closed the car window.

Through the rearview mirror, Finn Grant saw Pop peeking out the window with her little hand, curiously looking outside. Uncle Henry was surrounded by many strange men in black.

Finn Grant reminded her, "Little one, sit tight! Don’t cry if you fall later!"

Despite his rough tone, Pop obediently sat down after hearing him.

Watching Finn drive away in his car, Henry gave each of the Grant family bodyguards standing in front of him a punch.

Apparently, the last beating he took from Finn’s people was one he asked for himself.

At a crucial moment, for Pop’s sake, Henry showed his true strength, leaving more than a dozen bodyguards in his wake.

Seeing that Finn’s car was still in place, Henry immediately drove his car to give chase.

Finn wasn’t concerned about being pursued and didn’t speed up.

Henry, knowing Pop was still in his hands, didn’t dare chase too closely.

Finn seemed to think the same way, and with the rush hour traffic, both luxury cars were stuck in the slow-moving line of people getting off work and picking up their kids.

So, even though Pop was in a car with a strange weirdo, she didn’t feel nervous.

Seeing a kindergarten bus pass by outside, her little voice was excited: "Look~"

Noticing that Finn was focused ahead and ignoring her, Pop specifically climbed down from her seat, pulling Finn’s sleeve and pointing again: "Uncle, look~"

Hearing this, Finn turned to look at her, giving her big, watery eyes a stern warning: "Little one, don’t think your cuteness will get you home."

"If I don’t go home, Mommy will be mad~"

"Let her be mad at your dad! Blame it on Henry Willow, that bastard with guts, daring to mess with my family. He hurts my sister; if I, Finn Grant, don’t punish him well, how can I face anyone in Aethelgard in the future? Do you agree?"

"You don’t understand! If I don’t teach Henry a lesson, people will think my family is easy to pick on. Then anyone can walk all over us; how could the Grant family survive till now?"

Though they were talking past each other, their exchange was surprisingly coherent.

Though Finn seemed fierce, Pop didn’t seem to notice, even climbing from the back seat to the front.

Luckily, Finn was driving slowly today; otherwise, without an adult supervising a child and no child seat, it would be dangerous.

Finn drove Henry’s car back to the Grant family.

Upon arriving at the gate, he got out first, ordering the kid in the car, "Little one, come down."

Pop looked out of the car window and shook her head.

"I don’t have the car key, so if I close the door, you’ll be stuck inside alone," Finn threatened her.

Hearing this, Pop wiggled her little feet in the front seat but still shook her head.

Today she wore a new pair of shoes, beautiful white princess shoes.

The ground of the Grant’s garden-style house was still wet from the rain, and Pop didn’t want to dirty her new shoes.

Logically, the thoughts of a three-year-old girl would be beyond a straightforward man’s understanding.

But Finn actually managed to catch her meaning!

Without saying a word, she just stretched her little arms towards Finn.

Seeing this, Finn frowned, wanting to refuse: "You’re so big, and you still want to be carried?"

Pop shook her head: "Not big~" You just called me a little one!

"Hmph!" Thinking she was Henry’s spawn, Finn convinced himself that no matter how cute she was, he wouldn’t carry her.

Yet, while thinking firmly that he wouldn’t carry her, his body leaned forward, allowing Pop’s hands to hold onto him. Finn easily lifted the little one up.

Soft and small, she leaned against his shoulder, preventing him from turning his head comfortably.

He couldn’t help but gossip, "Your love for beauty is just like Sarah’s when she was young."

The Grant parents died early, and Sarah was raised by her brother Finn.

Although he didn’t seem like it, Finn was quite adept at handling children.

Carrying Pop inside, he instructed the housekeeper, "Mrs. Jones, make something for kids for lunch."

Hearing this, the housekeeper looked at Finn in surprise, then at the little one in his arms: "Young Master, this is..."

"Mind your own business and do your job," Finn cut her off.

Sarah came out of her room and, seeing Finn holding a child, couldn’t believe her eyes, rubbing them to make sure.

"Brother, isn’t that Henry’s daughter?"