Chapter 222 Let Roland Have Her Chaim had not been back to the Humphreyâs home for dinner for nearly a month. The last time he came back, he only stayed for a few minutes.
On the night that Gloria was punished, he left right after the beating.
Natalee could not keep Arthur, her husband, or Chaim, her son.
Chaim went back today. Seeing him, Natalee smiled brightly, âChaim, youâre backâ
Chaim nodded and sat down. âGrandfather.â
Eric glanced at Chaim. âLetâs eat. After that, I have something to say.â
Gloria had behaved herself lately ever since she was punished. At the table, except for Nataleeâs voice asking about Chaimâs recent situation, there was only the sound of eating.
âHave you been busy recently? You seem a lot thinner.â
Although it had just been about five days, Natalee could tell that Chaim had lost some weight.
Chaim said casually, âNo. Iâm still the same.â
His tone was cold. It was not the first time that Natalee had been treated coldly by Chaim, and she had long been used to it. At the very least, he wasnât angry.
Yet Natalee did not ask anything anymore. The dining room of the Humphreyâs home fell completely silent.
Gloria could never stay too long while sitting at the dining table since no one was allowed to take their phones with them or chat while eating in the Humphreyâs home. She quickly finished eating, put down her fork, and said, âGrandpa, Mom, Chaim, I am full. Iâm going back to my room now.â
Eric glanced at her. âWait. Sit down. I have something to say.â
Gloria was stunned. She did not think that what Eric was about to announce had anything to do with her, since every time, Eric would say to Chaim.
However, Eric had already given his order, and naturally, Gloria did not dare to leave.
Soon, the others had eaten enough.
Eric took a sip of tea before slowly saying, âNatalee, what do you think of Samara?â
Hearing her name, Natalee was caught off guard. After a while, she said, âShe... is fine.â
Natalee thought, for half of my life, Chaim doesnât like to talk to me, and Gloria isnât close to me either. After Samara married here, I finally had someone to talk to.
Samara is OK. I donât like her or dislike her. And i think she treats me with respect. Occasionally, I might complain, and Samara always listens without saying anything. Iâm not worried about her telling anyone. I just complain in front of her, like tossing garbage away.
However, Chaim doesnât like Samara. So, I wonât be getting too attached to her.
Eric nodded and then looked at Chaim. âChaim, Iâve been thinking about it for the past few days. The things between you and Samara shouldnât end just like that. After Samara married into our family, I admit that we didnât treat her nicely enough. And you, as her husband, left her at home and did not even ask about her all year round. She is a young girl after all. Since she married into our family, we should think of her as part of us.
âIn the three years that she married you, she respected me and treated Natalee well. But Gloria has a bad temper and likes to provoke her. Everyone has their limits. I think of all the things Samara did back then, she shouldnât be blamed for all of them.
âLennon died young, and youâre not getting any younger either. I wanted to find you another wife at first, but I think marriage should be based on knowing and loving each other. Samara loves you so much. And I can tell from these days that have feelings for her as well.â
you Then Eric paused. âIâm old, and I donât want to meddle with the youngâs business. If you like Samara, go and remarry her.â
Go Away, I'm a Billionairess Now (Samara and Chaim)
ï¤Chapter 221 When I Was a Wallflower (Leo and Amelie)
ï¤Chapter 564 Obsession With Mr. Right ï¤Chapter 339 Chaim felt a little ironic at Ericâs words. âGrandpa, Samara said that she didnât want to have anything to do with our family.â
Ericâs expression changed, but he quickly regained his calm. âYoung people tend to be impulsive and say things in a fit of pique. You are a man, and you should take the initiative. I heard that Roland is courting Samara. Are you really willing to let Roland have her?â