Fierce Daddy: His Million-Dollar Sweetheart-Chapter 608: An Elder with Upright Values

Hung up the phone.

Ivana Monroe was playing cards with Madam, who had two little advisors by her side. She could almost play to a draw with Ivana, but she was not satisfied with this; she wanted to beat Ivana, even if it was just once.

That’s how it is with card games; people can be quite competitive, especially someone like Madam, an old hand at cards. How could she resign herself to losing to the younger Ivana?

"Grandma, what kind of movies do you like to watch?"

Ivana drew a card, casually asked as she played it.

"Me? I like to watch some old films that you young people don’t like."

"Comedies? Court dramas? War films? Family films? Love stories?"

"Love stories."

After answering, Madam’s old face flushed. What was she saying? At her age, certainly not an eighteen-year-old girl, yet she was saying she liked watching love stories—a perfect target for her granddaughter-in-law and Fawn’s amusement.

Madam wanted to change her answer, but changing it now would just make it worse.

"The love stories from Grandma’s era must have been conservative, pure, beautiful, evoking youthful stirrings and aspirational romantic ideals?"

Ivana didn’t laugh at Madam, but spoke somewhat enviously.

"Indeed? Unlike the love stories of today, where disagreements lead to kissing, undressing, and it almost feels like what’s on the bed is shown too explicitly." Fawn played a card, her lips twitching; if not for the presence of the two kids, she would have remarked that today’s love stories sometimes seem like "action films."

Seeing that Ivana and Fawn didn’t mock her, Madam felt relieved and smiled, saying, "Yes indeed! Love in those times was so simple and pure, without the messy things of today that spoil the boys."

Fawn glanced at Ian Keane and Timmy Monroe: "Did you two little boys hear that? When you grow up, don’t learn the unwholesome things from love stories. If you like a girl, be courteous and genuinely pursue her. Only when you’re married can you touch her. That’s being responsible, understand?"

Ian shot a look at Fawn, thinking they were only six years old, and being told such things was ridiculous.

Timmy, being naive, immediately said, "But Uncle Rhodes, you’re always flirting with girls outside, isn’t that because love stories nowadays influenced you?"

Fawn’s pale face turned red, almost choking on her own saliva. What was the child saying?

Fawn replied with a dodgy glance, "How could I be influenced? I’m a girl myself; I won’t do anything to those pretty girls—I’m merely appreciating their beauty."

Timmy giggled and said, "But Uncle Rhodes, all those girls are drawn to you!"

Fawn felt embarrassed, "You cheeky rascal, what are you saying? Who’s drawing them in? You little brat, do you even understand what drawing in means?"

Timmy made a face at Fawn.

Madam and Ivana watched Fawn and Timmy’s antics, both shaking their heads with a smile.

After finishing the card game.

Ivana used her computer to search online for a love story from Madam’s era. After dinner, she invited Madam to watch it.

The basement floor of this villa was a home theater, luxuriously equipped with two rows of independent, fully automated space chairs; they were comfortable, with a massage function for viewing fatigue.

The movie screen was as large as six regular LCD televisions, offering a cinematic experience without the noice of a cinema—a true enjoyment.

Madam usually only watched news and variety channels. She didn’t like current love stories and didn’t watch older ones alone, fearing ridicule at her age.

Invited by Ivana to watch an old love story, Madam’s face reddened, but seeing Ivana’s genuine gaze, Madam agreed, feeling delighted to have her beloved granddaughter-in-law accompany her, reminiscent of past times where close friends accompanied each other to the cinema for movies.

After the movie ended, Madam was still wiping her tears.

"Grandma, what’s wrong?"

Ivana handed over a tissue, watching the sobbing Madam and asking. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Madam took the tissue, wiped away her tears, her eyes red as she said, "Emerald in the movie was so pitiful; she was the original wife, but her child was stolen by that vixen Narcissus. That vixen was a schemer, using the child to enter Wallace Manor, not only forcing Jason Wallace to abandon his original wife but later using the grown child to kill his own mother."

Speaking, Madam’s tears flowed again, resentfully saying, "That vixen Narcissus was too wicked, too vicious. Isn’t she afraid of karma?"

Ivana felt a pleasant surprise; she always knew Madam had sound values.

Ivana didn’t show it but said, "Actually, it’s not just Narcissus’ fault; Jason Wallace, as the master of Wallace Manor, bears significant responsibility. If it weren’t for him, how would Emerald’s child be taken by Narcissus, and how would she enter Wallace Manor?"

Madam immediately nodded, joining in Ivana’s indignation: "Right, you’re absolutely right. That Jason Wallace is a pig, a fool, not cherishing such a good original wife but having affairs with Narcissus outside. He forgot the earnest pursuit he showed when he fell for Emerald, the daughter of the private tutor, who was naturally beautiful, talented, and elegant. Among so many young talents pursuing her back then, Emerald remained unmoved, only falling for the foolish pig Jason Wallace—truly a flower stuck in dung."

The more Madam spoke, the angrier she got; she adored Emerald too much. Such a pure and beautiful girl, sentenced to a ruined life because she married a fool, ultimately killed by her own son—how heartbreaking and enraging is that?

Madam’s anger has another reason: although such occurrences are rare nowadays, in her era they were common, some even having sons given to raise by the most cherished woman of her husband. In her era, men could have multiple wives, men ruled the house, and the raised son could never call his biological mother "mom."

Seeing the moment was right, Ivana sighed and said, "Grandma, you know what? Reality also has a pitiful Emerald."

Madam was stunned, truly shocked: "Ivana, what... what are you saying? There’s a real-life Emerald too? Was she... killed by her own son?"

Madam’s hand trembled, Emerald’s character was too strongly felt, overwhelming her.

Ivana shook her head: "In reality, this Emerald is slightly luckier than the one in the movie. Her son isn’t as foolish as the child in the film; he already knows her identity and wants to bring her home. Her husband isn’t as foolish as Jason Wallace, her husband has always loved her, even opposing his own mother for her."