Chapter 825

Granny Atherton took a napkin and gracefully wiped the red wine stains on the corner of her mouth, then stared at Draco coldly. "Your grandson is turning twenty-eight this year, right?"

Draco nodded excitedly as Granny Atherton was willing to speak to him. "Yes, he's about the same age as Edwin."

However, Granny Atherton's next sentence instantly shattered Draco's mood.

"Hmph. Almost all of your grandsons are dead, aren't they? Do you truly think Cedrick will live till he's thirty? You came to talk about their marriage with me. Is it because he only has two years left to live? Do you want Quinn, my granddaughter—me, Sylvie Smith—to become a widow in a few years? How cold-blooded you are! Why can't Quinn marry a good, healthy man? Doesn't she deserve to live a happy life?!"

Draco was caught off-guard by the sudden spike of anger and hastily explained, "Syl, don't think like that. Ceddy has been taking medicine over the years, strictly sticking to the routine, and we've also funded m