Outside, the Macclains were a mix of surprise and excitement when they learned that Old Mr. Jarvis wanted to see them. They followed the butler through the yard in such a hurry that they had no time to attend to the scenic beauty of the garden villa along the way.
They trailed the butler to the study adjacent to the foyer.
Upon opening the door, the butler announced with respect, "Old Mr. Jarvis, your guests have arrived!"
Old Mr. Jarvis, sitting in his wing-back chair, set down his teacup and beckoned, "Come in."
The Macclains entered with due reverence. Terrence, the head of the family, was dressed sharply in a tailored suit, which exuded vigor. Yet, in the presence of Old Mr. Jarvis's imposing demeanor, he seemed somewhat diminished in stature.
Terrence extended his hand earnestly, "Old Mr. Jarvis, your presence in J City is truly an honor for us all. I regret not greeting you at the wedding yesterday. Today, I've brought my son and daughter to pay you a visit, hoping we haven't disturbed your rest!"
Bennett and Simone also wore nervous smiles, standing respectfully behind Terrence.
Old Mr. Jarvis remained seated, not rising to shake Terrence's hand, simply saying, "Have a seat."
Terrence, slightly embarrassed, withdrew his hand and attempted to make light conversation, "It's not often that you venture out, Old Mr. Jarvis. I hope you'll consider extending your stay in J City."
As tea was served, Old Mr. Jarvis inquired, "What brings you here?"
Terrence replied with a smile, "We've long admired you from afar and never had the chance to get close with you. Your visit to J City was an opportunity we couldn't miss; here we are, purely to pay our respects."
He then gestured for Bennett to present the calligraphy they had brought. Handling it with care, Terrence offered it to Old Mr. Jarvis, "This piece is created by a master calligrapher. Knowing your love for the arts, we brought it especially for you, hoping you'll accept it."
Old Mr. Jarvis glanced at the piece indifferently, "No need for such formalities. Speak plainly."
Bennett and Simone didn't dare speak; instead they just sat cautiously to the side, acknowledging that Old Mr. Jarvis indeed had a grand presence too overwhelming for the average people to bear.
He knew Old Mr. Jarvis was right; the Macclain family had been living off its legacy, with no one of merit to carry on the business. They were clinging to the reputation of a once-great house and struggling to survive. Terrence wanted to salvage their standing but felt powerless.
After some thought, Terrence spoke, "Indeed, we younger generations haven't lived up to our ancestors. But I've never forgotten to instill in them the importance of remembering our roots. The younger generation is still quite promising. Take my granddaughter Estelle, for example. She's a protégé of Old Mr. Quintin, who has gained an international reputation."
"Estelle," Old Mr. Jarvis murmured with an inscrutable smile.
"Yes!" Terrence quickly responded, "Estelle is truly exceptional, much beloved by Old Mr. Quintin. I'm sure you've heard of her."
"Was it you who nurtured her talents?" Old Mr. Jarvis inquired.
Terrence was taken aback.
Old Mr. Jarvis continued, "When seeking help, you place Estelle at the forefront. Do you remember she is your granddaughter in the ordinary days?"
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