Chapter 30
Harrison’s eyelids twitched as he glanced at the bank card in Lauren’s hand. “Where did you get 200,000 dollars?”
“Your sister-in-law wanted to split Hannah’s pension equally and transferred it to me,” Lauren answered, her tone matter-of-fact. She could see that Nash was a capable person and was determined to support him. “In any case, I won’t give up on this son-in-law.”
“Aunt, you can keep this money. It’s easy for me to make money,” Nash said, understanding that Baroque was currently facing financial difficulties. Yet, his future mother-in-law’s gesture was heartfelt. He remembered his own frugal lifestyle when performing missions abroad—spending only around 42,000 dollars in a month, even while staying in five-star hotels. Lauren’s generosity truly touched him.
Harrison, after a long pause, took the bank card from his wife’s hand. However, before Lauren could speak again, Harrison shoved the card forcefully into Nash’s arms. “Since we’re giving it to you, just take it. You can lay low for a month. When the old man recovers his memory, we’ll welcome you back properly.”
Nash sighed and tucked the card away. It wasn’t easy to refuse, especially when they were doing it for him.
Later that afternoon, Hera accompanied Nash outside the company. She pulled out a shiny new high-end smartphone and handed it to him. The phone had a protective case designed for couples, with a wallpaper of the two of them together.
“This is a gift from me,” Hera said, her expression playful yet serious. “I also registered a WhatsApp account for you. You’d better send me messages every day!”
Nash chuckled. “I haven’t even given you a gift yet, and you’ve already beaten me to it!”
Hera smiled mischievously. “My birthday’s on the 22nd. That’s when you can give me something!”
She suddenly pulled Nash into a hug, her voice choking slightly. “Nash… don’t you feel like you’ve been wronged?”
Nash returned her embrace gently, breathing in the scent of her hair. “You can blame me for not being skilled enough. Otherwise, there wouldn’t still be residual effects from his condition.”
If his master had handled it, the old man’s brain nerves would have been repaired with ease through inner energy. But it wasn’t his master who was here—it was him.
Hera handed Nash a key. “I may need to go back to the Lewis Estate soon. You can stay at my apartment.”
Nash’s eyes brightened. “I even get to save on accommodation…”
Hera shot him a mock glare. “I’m warning you now. Don’t bring any women into my house. If I catch you, I won’t speak to you again.”
Nash laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not a flirt!”
Just as they were about to part ways, several BMWs approached from a distance. Hera quickly said, “My grandfather’s here. You should go.”
Nash glanced at the cars and nodded. He walked a few steps before hearing the sound of a car window rolling down. Helena’s face, caked in makeup, emerged, a gleam of schadenfreude in her smile. Her eyes met Nash’s, and he couldn’t help but feel a chill as he met her gaze.
His expression hardened slightly, but before he could react, she quickly stepped on the accelerator, the car speeding away.
As Nash approached Hera’s apartment, a black Mercedes-Benz rolled slowly toward the entrance. The car stopped, and an elderly man in traditional garb stepped out, his face turned away from Nash.
“Grandmaster!” Brian called out with a smile.
Nash blinked, slightly uncomfortable as the old man addressed him in such a formal manner. “You can just call me by my name,” he said, trying to ease the formality.
Brian raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. “How can I do that? You’re my grandmaster’s junior, which makes you my grandmaster as well! If my own master were here, he’d address you as ‘Master’ too. It’s how we do things in the holistic medicine world.”
Nash smiled, appreciating the respect but wishing for a bit more casualness. “What do you need from me?”
Brian’s eyes lit up. “You haven’t eaten yet, Grandmaster. How about we grab a bite and a few drinks? I know a great hotel nearby.”
He looked at Nash nervously, as if he feared Nash might decline the invitation.