Tassach lay down, his voice filled with exhaustion. "I'm tired, Grandpa, I need to take some rest. You should have the driver take you home for lunch. It's late."
Old Mr. Conduibh looked at Tassach with complicated eyes.
"Tassach, you can tell me the truth. Do you really have no interest in Gracie? She's a nice girl, and she's treating you very with all her heart. She's a lady from a rich family, but she cooked for you by herself. I think she can be a good wife. Why don't give her a chance?"
Tassach shook his head. There was guilt in his eyes, but no affection at all. "Grandpa, I knew she took care of me with all her heart, and I know she has been very tired taking care of me. I appreciate her, but appreciation is not love. I can treat her like my sister, not the other half of my life. Should we get married, neither she nor I would feel happy."
Old Mr. Conduibh was still trying to talk him out of this. "You want it so badly because you can't get it. You should really let it go, and then you'll find that there's a world of girls that are worthy of your love other than Ophelia. They are younger and prettier."
Tassach looked at him and said, "I didn't expect those shallow opinions to come from my grandpa."
Those words nearly choked Old Mr. Conduibh.
He meant to be kind, only to be looked down upon by his grandson right now.
"How dare you talk to me like that?" Old Mr. Conduibh stared at Tassach.
Tassach grinned a sincere smile. "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I know you're doing this for the sake of me, but I really have no intentions to get married now. I don't want to get in the Conduibh Group now. You're still healthy and vigorous, and you can manage the company all on your own. As for great-grandsons... my cousins will have enough of them for you. They'd be glad to have more children."
Old Mr. Conduibh opened his eyes wilder, "Nonsense! I can spare you temporarily if you don't want to get married now, but you'll have to get your hands on the family business now. I'm too old and your father isn't cut out for it, so are the other uncles of yours. Your cousins were all no better than ordinary who won't be able to take the responsibility of the whole group. I won't be rest assured unless it will be you who take over the group."
Tassach fell silent.
Old Mr. Conduibh suddenly put up a desperate strike. "I won't interfere whatever between you and Ophelia as long as you get back in the group."
Tassach's eyes lit up. He looked so excited and asked, "Grandpa, are you serious?"
"This is exactly what you set me up for. I watched you grew up, and I knew what is in your mind better than anyone else."
Old Mr. Conduibh knew why Tassach asked this. They were rivals in love, and he didn't want to lose to Zach in every way.
"You're my most valued grandson because you're excellent, but you missed Zach's decisive vibe. Try not to be overcautious when doing things."
Tassach's eyes looked darker.
"Grandpa, I could always be a decisive man, but you never give me the chance. I was too young five years ago to make decisions for myself, and five years later, she has already been married to somebody else. You're moving on too fast, and nobody stopped to ask me if this is really what I want."
Old Mr. Conduibh patted him on the shoulder, "Don't overthink it. Just take a good rest. There's lots of work for you to handle in your company. While you were in the coma, Gracie has been taking care of your company. You should thank her no matter how. You don't have to make your relationship so awkward even if you can't be lovers."
Tassach pondered for a while and finally nodded.
"Go to sleep. I need to use the bathroom." Old Mr. Conduibh stood up and went into the bathroom. Tassach was lying on the bed and thinking about something.
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