Ian Douglas was so angry his head was spinning, his emotions were very agitated, and with a loud bang, he slapped the table again, making the octagonal hardwood table shake twice.

Matthew Saxon curled his lips slightly. Compared to Ian Douglas’s anger and agitation, his emotions seemed completely unaffected, his eyes calm and undisturbed, as he said: "I wouldn’t dare, I’m hoping that you, sir, can live a long life. But considering how you keep flying off the handle, I’m a bit worried for you. After all, people with bad tempers don’t usually live long. Grandpa, even for the sake of living a bit longer, you should work on that temper of yours."

"What did you say, you little brat, are you cursing me to die early?!" Ian Douglas’s face first turned livid, and after Matthew Saxon finished speaking, his entire face went dark.

His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

In a fit of rage, he grabbed something and threw it at Matthew Saxon.

Scarlett Yates had already seen this scene at the Douglas Family residence.

When she first witnessed the interaction between this grandfather and grandson, she was secretly taken aback.

After all, this behavior was unlike any typical grandparent or grandchild, and such behavior was rare among ordinary families.

Generally, people advocate for respecting the elderly and loving the young, but this pair doesn’t act like it. Who has ever seen a grandson who constantly hints that his grandfather will die early?

Of course, this grandfather doesn’t act like a senior either, more like a mischievous old child.

Ian Douglas casually threw a fork, and Matthew Saxon effortlessly caught it.

He placed the fork on the table, raised his head, first shook it, then sighed: "Grandpa, just now you were teaching me to pay attention to my image in public, so how come you don’t set an example yourself?"

"This behavior of casually throwing things, if seen by outsiders, is indeed inappropriate. At least you are someone of status, doing this is too careless of your image."

Unintentionally, Ian Douglas got a lecture from his own grandson, and the kid made so much sense that he couldn’t even refute it.

Ian Douglas was exasperated, his eyes widened: "If it weren’t for you, rebellious brat, would I be like this? If you’d just be a little more obedient, I wouldn’t worry so much about you."

"Grandpa, I am already an adult." Matthew Saxon said, eyes showing a hint of impatience and furrowing his brow, "Stop treating me like a child. If you came specifically to attend my wedding, I’ll be glad, but if you’re here just to discipline me and constrain me, it’s better for you to go back early, so everyone doesn’t end up unhappy."

"Are you kicking me out?" Ian Douglas abruptly stood up, his face turning from blue to black, then from black to purple, biting his lips and rolling up his sleeves as if ready to hit someone.

"Master." Uncle Spencer, after watching for a while, finally spoke up.

He sighed a bit helplessly, got up, took Ian Douglas by the arm, and with a lowered voice, advised, "Master, you haven’t returned to Z City in many years. This time, you’re here, and the young master is delighted. He specially organized a welcome at your favorite East Garden. Initially, this should’ve been a joyful occasion. Master has just arrived, why make it unpleasant?"

"Lately, Young Master has been busy enough with company matters, so Master, please don’t bicker with him anymore. He’s your own grandson. If you don’t pamper him a bit, why keep scolding him?"