Chapter 951 What's Going On Among You Four

In the afternoon, Lawrence left Wilson's house after they'd had lunch. Shortly afterwards, Violet and Greg also bid farewell to Jacob and Elsa before taking their leave.

To see them off, Cherry walked Violet and her husband to the gate. Before her daughter entered the car, she held her hand. "Give our kind regards to Greg's father once you get home. Tell him that we will treat him to a meal another day," she said.

"I will, Mom. I bet Fred will be glad," Violet responded. Greg's father had left a good impression on her.

"Ummm. Be careful on the road," Cherry urged.

After Greg's car had disappeared in the distance, Selina turned her eyes to Cherry who was standing beside her. "Now you don't need to worry about them, do you?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," Cherry replied with a smile of relief.

"Let's get inside. Mom and Dad missed you so much and always talked about you. They'd be happy to spend more time with you," Selina proposed as she reached for Cherry's arm, and led back to the house.

In the car, Violet looked out through the window pensively. An unrelenting sense of apprehension about Greg's father gripped her heart, although she inwardly fought hard to downplay it. Finally, feeling exhausted, she yawned as she turned to steal a glance at husband in the driver's seat. With a concerned look on her face, she asked, "How is Fred doing, Greg?"

Intending not to keep his wife in the dark, Greg in detail explained, "At first, when my stepmother passed away, Dad was quite upset, and quietly grieved, rarely talking to anyone. For some time, I stayed with him, while Selina held the fort down for me at the hospital. It was not until three months later that Dad began to open up a little. Then he asked me to go back to work. Although he was still grieving Sharon's painful death, he said he'd be okay. But I was still worried about him. So I hired a nurse to attend to him at home while I was at work. But anytime I was through with work, I'd go home and relieve the nurse. Now, he is much better, but I don't think he'll ever be the same again after the gruesome death of Sharon."

"I'm glad that he has coped fairly well. Eventually, he'll get over it. Time heals," Violet said calmly, a shade passing over her pretty face.

"Yeah, you have a point," Greg replied. With one hand holding the steering wheel, he grabbed Violet's hand tightly. He took a glance at her before he continued, "I hope that we will live happily. Meantime, take good care of my Dad and your parents."

"We will. I'm so happy to have you by my side," Violet returned, smiling.

The radiating smile on her face reminded Greg of their school days. Violet's smile was still as sweet and enchanting as before.

At long last, Greg steered the car into the Xiao family's house. The moment Violet alighted from the car, she caught sight of Fred. He was sitting in the yard reading the newspaper.

Hesitating, she cast her husband a glance, to which Greg nodded, indicating that she could come closer to his father. She then sneaked up on Fred who still focused on his newspaper.

"Dad," Violet softly called as she stood beside Fred.

The familiar female voice left Fred confounded. 'Who is she?' he wondered. With a baffled expression, he turned his face to look at Violet.

Not believing his eyes, Fred exclaimed, "Violet?" 'Am I not in a dream? When did she come back?' he wondered, his surprise written all over his face.

"Oh, yes. It's me, Fred. I am back," Viol

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"I've always wondered if you and Lawrence often bullied my husband while I was away," Violet grilled.

"That's not true, Violet. I and your brother have always had Greg's back like crazy. We both know that he means a lot to you, so we try our best to protect and look after him. Believe me, we've always been his crew. Take a look at Greg to see how well we've helped him weather the storm. Can you see his radiance? Besides, he is safe and sound, thanks to our ever present help and companionship, even in lowest moments. Honestly you can't accuse us of neglecting him. Can you?" Mike tried to reason with Violet.

"I see," Violet responded with a contented air. After a pause, she asked, "So what were you calling for?"

When at long last Violet dropped the subject, Mike let out a sigh inside. Calmly, he replied, "Tim and Alice are throwing a party at the Oriental Hotel tonight. You and Greg are invited since you are Alice's best friend and Greg is Tim's butt buddy. I just called to inform you that we'd be glad to have you attend the party, which begins at 8:00 pm."

"Butt buddies? That's gross, Mike. Did you just refer to Tim and Greg?" Violet asked, looking bewildered. She wriggled free from Greg's embrace and stared at him with an astonished expression.

Laughing at Mike's crude joke, Greg shook his head promptly.

"The guys always make a team and take advantage of Lawrence and I. So I call them butt buddies," Mike explained., still sounding playful.

Grateful to learn about the friendship Greg had formed with the Lawrence and Mike, Violet nodded, a sense of relief showing on her face. Her initial surprise which had changed to disgust at Mike's otherwise offensive language vanished into a soft smile. With her eyes glued on Greg now, she inquired, "Looks like many things have happened between the four of you, while I was away, right?"

"Well..." With a laugh, Mike responded, "You'd better ask your husband or your brother. Anyway, the party will kick off at 8:00 pm on the dot. I hope you guys will keep time. I can't wait to see you there."

With no further ado, Violet ended the call and focused her inquiring gaze on Greg. "Don't you think you owe me an explanation for what is going on among the four of you?" she grilled.