He Clings to Me Every Night

Chapter 881: Chapter 881: A Happy Marriage Comes from Pampering Your Wife Chapter 881: Chapter 881: A Happy Marriage Comes from Pampering Your Wife Olivia Jenkins’s heart instinctively tightened, an uneasy feeling looming as she spoke with a nonchalant, measured tone, “It’s up to you, I don’t care anyway.”

The old patriarch watched Daniel Marshall and Olivia Jenkins sharply, “Enough talking, let’s get ready for dinner.”

Olivia Jenkins stood up, bowed slightly to her grandfather, then walked out of Joyful Hall with a chilly aura.

The elder sighed, shook his head helplessly, and couldn’t help but offer a few pieces of advice, “Daniel, if you want to keep Olivia, you must be patient and coax her.

Olivia has a stubborn nature and a cold demeanor, you can’t just clash with her head-on, you should use softness to overcome her hardness.

A good wife makes a good home, and a good home brings happiness.

A true man can bend and flex, it’s okay for you, a man, to suffer a little loss, you must persevere and not divorce.

Persistent men can win over even the proudest women, keep showing your affection, don’t worry about thickening your face, over time, she will have no choice but to accept you.”

Daniel took the lesson, nodding his head.

The patriarch continued, “Some people seem heartless but are full of emotion, beneath even the coldest exterior lies a warm, fervent heart.

Some people appear obedient and sensible, but in reality, they wear a mask unknown to others, like Bella Thompson, for instance.”

Daniel took a sip of tea, his pupils contracted slightly, but he remained silent.

The old man’s gaze softened, yet retained a sharp edge, “Go and bring your mother back, it’s been thirty years, it’s time to see her.”

Daniel looked up, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and gratification, as he met his grandfather’s gaze.

Daniel’s chiseled, handsome features gave away no sign of joy, leaving one unable to fathom his inner thoughts, “Times have changed, people have gone, does it still matter?

Grandfather, are you truly feeling remorse?”

The elder did not respond, his expression intense as he looked towards the tablets of the Marshall Family’s ancestors.

Determined, Daniel said, “If it wasn’t such a mess, what would you do, Grandfather?”

The patriarch returned his gaze to Daniel, his bright eyes landing on him, “Just do as you think best, I am old now, I have been resting for a long time, especially this past year, I have been able to think calmly, and I’ve come to realize that some of what your grandmother said was right.”

Daniel rose, bowed to his grandfather, and then walked out of Joyful Hall.

An involuntary surge of sour bitterness welled up in Daniel’s heart, and a trace of that bitterness flickered across his face as a grim smile.

If his mother could hear what his grandfather was saying now, could she let go?

Others have enjoyed thirty years of blessings, why should they be able to stay at the Marshall Family now?

Others have done so many despicable and shameless things, why should they still be able to live in peace now?

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The bit of hardship they endured is far from enough to make up for the thirty years of injustice.

Could a little kindness and favor truly compensate for it all?

Daniel couldn’t let go, nor could he feel a trace of joy, his heart still ached, and his anger remained.

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Olivia Jenkins walked into the living room and suddenly froze.

Not only had Hannah Jenkins arrived, but she was also chatting and laughing with Bella Thompson and being affectionate with Matthew Marshall, as if the three of them were a family, looking harmonious together.

Was this what Grandfather meant by—the threat has come to a head, yet you’re completely oblivious?