Chapter 313 - Happiness

Rolando was an open-minded person. As the patriarch, he denounced the primogeniture and demanded competition between the younger generations of the Scavos. He knew how difficult it was for a man to reach this position while how easy to lose the true self when tempted by power. From the bottom of his heart, he did not want his son to become the patriarch. A successor would endure much hardship as a young boy rather than having fun like normal children.

It turned out that his son was qualified but not meant to be the patriarch.

After Vincent visited his uncles, he returned home and saw Rolando sitting on a chair. Seeing his grandson, Rolando held up a glass of wine to cover his red eyes, "Have they all left?"

Vincent put a blanket on Rolando's shoulders. Then, he picked up the wine glass in Rolando's hand and said, "Don't drink too much."

Rolando nodded.

Rolando felt warm in his heart but his eyes reddened. Every New Year when he saw the happy scene of family union, he couldn't help but think of his son and daughter-in-law who had passed away. He would also remember his unmarried daughter and that sweet lovely granddaughter.

Staggering back, Rolando seemed to have grown so old in an instant. Vincent wanted to help him, but Rolando waved his hand, "I can walk by myself."

In the bright hall, the old man stubbornly moved forward, step by step, leaving others a lonely figure. The dull voice of stepping on the stairs echoed in the huge room.

Vincent hugged Emily tightly and heard Rolando's enjoinment that was said in a chocked voice.

"Vincent, take care of yourself. All of you need to live well."

"What do you have in your hand?" Emily tilted her head in Vincent's embrace, looking at the eight or nine large red envelopes in his hand. She grinned as her eyes narrowed. She looked like a little crafty fox, eyes flashing with burning light. "Are they all for me?"

"That's right." Vincent put the red envelopes in her hand. "From my friends and the elders"

Names were written on the red envelopes.

She saw "From Randy", "From Armando," "To Sister-in-law" and "From Jaquan". She knew that they were Vincent's friends.

The red envelopes sent by the elders were very easy to identify. The red envelope with the painting of ancient artwork must have been given by Benson. The one with the delicate sketch of a computer was from Carl. Another one with wild and free ink wash painting was from Aaron.

Suddenly, Emily was transported to the scenes of the elders standing at the table and carefully painting.

Rolando also sent her a lucky bag embroidered with word "safety" on the front and "happiness" on the back. She soon recognized it because the lucky bag was put in a red envelope stamped with the word “Scavos”, Vincent’s family name.

She was touched by the first sincere New Year gift from Rolando. For a moment, her eyes reddened. Her flow of emotion was so abrupt and strong that she couldn't hold back her tears however hard she tried.

Vincent rubbed her chin and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid of my grandfather. He never likes me. I used to do something silly to please him, only to intensify his dislike to me."

She suddenly grinned, her big wet eyes filled with relief and relaxation. "I will never deliberately please him again." She paused for a moment and whispered, "I'll just please you, Vincent."

Vincent laughed out loud.

He finally laughed.

Emily raised her face slightly. Her fair skin looked like snow under the light. She stretched out her hand to scratch his palm. "They all gave me red envelopes. Where’s yours, Vincent?"

Vincent held her hand and stroked her face. His voice sounded hoarse and slightly magnetic, "I'll give you anything you want."

The guards invited inside dared not look at them.

At the same time, someone shouted in surprise in a villa, "Impossible! My brother is so abstinent. How can he be with a woman?"

Ethen had returned from abroad for a few days. At first, he helped deal with some family business, so occupied that he didn't even have time to reunite with his parents at home. Later, he wasn't that busy and agreed to go out with his childhood friends for relax.

But only on New Year's Day did he have time.

They booked a villa for a bachelor party. A group of people was sitting on the sofa, about to savor bottles of whisky, beer and red wine, along with four bottles of white spirits.

Somehow, their topic went from Italy to Ethen's cousin Vincent. Then someone mentioned Vincent's affair.

Ethen waved his hand in disbelief. "Anyway, I won't believe until I see. You also said it was an affair. Did you see him kiss a woman? Did you see him flirt with a woman?"

"Never, right?"

"Any man in the world can fall in love, except Vincent."

"Why?" A man asked.

"I don't think any woman can match him." Ethen took a sip of whisky and shrugged slightly. "Perhaps he thought the same way."

"He doesn't like men, does he?"

"Get lost." Ethen kicked the man who asked, "Dare you make up a rumor about him? Shut up!"

Then they began to chat about something else.

Ethen couldn't help laughing when he remembered that Vincent was said to be in a good relationship with a retard from the Britt family. He even sent that girl home a few times.

Who the hell made up the rumor?

Could they find someone more likely to be Vincent's girlfriend?

If not Arabella, they should at least pick up a beauty he saw last time in an Italian hospital.

The retard?

They must be crazy.