Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 02's

Rachel smiles as she blatantly expresses her opinion to Jenson that no woman is interested in Jenson, let alone dancing with her at a party, Rachel said that at the last time the man visited Grandpa Robert. Grandpa Robert almost fell out of his chair laughing.

Then Rachel's smile faded. Grandpa Robert is dead. And if he can be honest there's one thing Grandpa often does with Jenson, he'll admit that out of all the people in this room right now, he's going to admit that, Jenson loved Grandpa Robert the most but herself.

Jenson seemed uninterested in the situation and he looked a bit arrogant. Rachel noticed the man's face, firm lines around her lips. He always regarded Jenson's mouth as his most valuable asset, although the man rarely smiled at him except to flaunt his teeth and growl.

Grandpa Robert really liked Jenson's look, and had told Rachel to match them both up. A word that Rachel believes has certainly been forgotten by Grandpa Robert, after Grandpa Robert is gone, Well, actually Grandpa Robert has not really left his words to match the two of them, so, but Rachel still ignored him, she had no interest in Jenson at all.

With his short-rounded body, perhaps Grandpa Robert liked Jenson's slender, tall body, as well as his handsome face. Rachel herself would probably like it too, but unfortunately Jenson's eyes often exuded an unfriendly and cold look.

At the moment the man looks like a hero in one of his own action series, he is leaning against the wall in a lazy style, and seems a little misfit in his suit and tie. His dark hair was laid back and not too neat, as if it had never occurred to him to comb it. He looked bored and ready to act. Any action according to his will, he was indeed the most random man.

Too bad, Rachel thought, they couldn't be more familiar. He would love to remember Grandpa Robert with someone, someone who appreciated the strange qualities of the man, and the nature of the jokes the man made, like him who will always remember and appreciate the services of Grandpa Robert.

There's no point thinking about it. If they are chosen to sit together, they will surely be busy clawing and snapping at each other like a wrestling cat. Grandfather Robert, who grinned and stared at Rachel inside the painting on the wall must have known about it.

With a half sigh, Rachel rubbed her eyes again and tried to listen to Zephaniah. There's something about an inheritance for whales. Or maybe for a whaling ship. All her sodara were busy with the legacy of Eyang Ayu, Zephaniah eagerly wanted to read out Grandfather Robert's legacy.

When Jenson was a teenager, full of imagination, and his parents did not want to understand, it was Grandpa Robert who was willing to listen to his speech, and encouraged him to fantasize. Every time he visited the library, his grandfather demanded a story. Grandfather Robert would lean with wide-eyed and enthusiastic, while Jenson told a story. Jenson never forgets that if he remembers that he misses it so much, he misses Grandpa Robert, the old man who was always there for him.

When Jenson received the award for the Olympics at his school, Grandpa Robert was very proud of Jenson, and Jenson presented the trophy to his Grandfather. At that time his grandfather was very supportive and always encouraging to Jenson, and the Cup is still in Grandpa Robert's bedroom, even though the old man is no longer there.

Jenson listens to the lawyer's dull voice, expecting a cigarette. I quit smoking two days ago. Two days, four hours and thirty-five minutes. He could have welcomed the raw meat.

He felt suffocated in a room with these people. They all thought Robert's grandfather was already half-crazy and a bit fussy. Land worth one hundred and fifty billion of his, that's another matter. The stocks and bonds it owns are abundant. Jenson had observed the library's furniture several times. Georgian style furniture may not fit their straight lifestyle, but of course the furniture is easily exchanged for a lot of money. Jenson knew very well the old man, loved every chair in the corner of the room and every very large table in the house.

He wasn't sure these people had been to Robert's grandfather's mansion for the past ten years. Except Rachel, he admitted with disdain. That woman may be a bitch, but Rachel loves Grandpa Robert so much.

Rachel looks very sad at the moment. Previously Jenson never felt like she had seen Rachel sad like this, was it possible that the girl now felt irritated, furious, and unhappy. If he knew better, he would sit next to Rachel, comfort her, and hold her hand. Rachel might twist her hand.

But still, her beautiful blue eyes looked red and swollen. Almost as red as her hair, Jenson mused, as she watched Rachel's wild curls dart over her shoulders, without regard for the girl's seriousness or current attitude. Rachel was so pale that the spots around her nose were clear. Usually Rachel's skin is brown in color shows her health. But right now no, what Jenson was seeing right now was the anger and sadness that was emanating on Rachel's face.

Sitting among her black-and-sacred family, Rachel stands out, like a cockatoo among crows. He was wearing light blue clothes. The woman did not need a black suit, nor crepe cloth and lilies to grieve.