Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 59: Chapter 59

Just then, Garrett walked over with a stern expression and scolded his wife and daughter. "You two really need to learn when to keep your mouths shut. How many times have I told you to watch what you say?
"If you can't say anything nice, just keep quiet. Look at the mess you've made. Apologize to Ollie, now."
Carol and Debbie's faces turned red and pale by turns. They looked completely humiliated. But neither of them dared to argue anymore. They just lowered their heads and apologized to Olivia.
"I'm sorry, Ollie. I didn't mean it like that. You know how I've always treated you. I just wasn't thinking straight this time. Please forgive me, okay?" said Carol.
"I'm sorry too, Ollie," Debbie said. "I didn't mean it either. Please don't be mad."
Olivia glanced over at her grandfather, who had just come back in through the back door, leaning on a cane. She didn't want him to worry, so she stayed quiet and simply nodded to show she accepted the apology.
Relieved, Carol and Debbie hurried off to the kitchen to help bring the dishes to the table.
Bradley's face darkened when he saw Dylan. But considering his granddaughter was now married to Dylan, and the Kaur family was still relying on the Wilson family's support, he couldn't say anything outright. He just kept his face cold, making no effort to be friendly.
"Bradley, how have you been feeling lately?" Dylan greeted him politely.
To be fair, Dylan was very well-mannered. He'd been raised with aristocratic etiquette since he was a kid and was considered Morgan's pride and joy.
All of his coldness and cruelty were directed solely at Olivia. In his eyes, she was a scheming, malicious woman who had repeatedly hurt Chloe, and someone like her didn't deserve respect.
But when it came to her family, he kept up perfect manners and composure, leaving no room for anyone to criticize him.
If Bradley didn't know how poorly Dylan treated Olivia—and that he had a mistress on the side—just judging by looks and manners, he probably would've liked Dylan a lot.
But knowing how little Dylan cared for Olivia, Bradley just couldn't bring himself to like him. To him, Dylan was just putting on an act.
Bradley didn't scold Dylan, but he didn't respond to him either—he just walked straight to the dining table.
Garrett quickly tried to smooth things over. "My dad's getting up there in age, and his hearing isn't what it used to be. He probably didn't hear you. Don't take it personally."
Dylan nodded, not bothered at all.
Garrett continued, "Have you had dinner yet? If not, join us. We usually eat pretty late, and we're just about to start."
Right on cue, Dylan's stomach let out a loud growl, answering for him. He rubbed his nose, a little embarrassed. "Work's been hectic, I haven't had time to eat yet."
Garrett chuckled. "Then, perfect timing. Come eat with us." He arranged for Dylan to sit next to Olivia.
Olivia went to the kitchen with Carol and the others to help bring out the dishes.
Once all the dishes were served, Debbie quickly made a beeline for Olivia's usual seat and plopped herself down.
She didn't even get comfortable before Bradley snapped, "Did you forget where your own seat is? Go sit where you belong."
Bradley might be old, but he wasn't clueless—he saw right through Debbie's little scheme and was fuming inside, thinking it was downright embarrassing.
Debbie had never tried to take Olivia's seat before, but now that Dylan was here, she couldn't wait to make her move. Her intentions were as obvious as daylight—anyone could see what she was up to.
Olivia said, "It's okay, Grandpa. Let Debs sit next to you. I don't mind sitting somewhere else."
Debbie beamed. "See, Grandpa? Even Ollie doesn't mind, so don't be mad at me. I just want to sit by you and help you with your food. Please let me, okay?"
Bradley shot her a glare but didn't say anything.