Husband With Benefits
Chapter 274: Blind Date

Chapter 274: Blind Date

"You old man. What do you think you were doing? Haven’t I told you to treat me as dead? You’d signed the papers, hadn’t you? Then why do you insist on getting me married and arranging blind dates for me? You want some poor woman to bind herself with a dead man?"

Elijah Frost banged his stick on the ground as he glared at his grandson and shot out, "I had my reasons for signing the papers! But you survived, did you not? That means you are alive and in need of a partner!"

"Alive? Yes! In need of a partner? No! You are alive too! Why don’t you get a partner for yourself?"

Elijah Frost banged his stick on the ground again while Ian and Seb looked at each other.

As they watched the scene unfold, the two bowed their heads, pretending to be nonexistent, but under the table, their fingers worked furiously as they messaged on the group.

Seb: Demetri and Erasmi really are twins! They are both intent on getting grandfather married.

Ian: It’s why they are at the head. A new grandmother will keep him busy.

Gabe: They are arguing again?

Seb: Totally. Fun to watch. I don’t understand why he won’t arrange blind dates for us?

Ian: It’s because he doesn’t love us enough.

Gabe: More like he knows you will seduce the date and then go missing.

Nora: The world doesn’t need more little Ian or Seb. Your grandfather understands that.

While Seb and Ian were suddenly being bullied, Erasmi had already left his seat and was striding outwards, "Don’t you dare leave! I am still talking to you! If you do not get there tomorrow, I will..."

"You should know by now that you cannot threaten me..."

"Yes, I can. I know things that you don’t."

Erasmi stilled. So did Ian and Seb. For years, their dear grandfather had used Erasmi to threaten Demetri and control him while they’d been kept in the dark. What could he probably have on Erasmi?

"What could you possibly know, old man?"

"You forget that I was the first one to reach the site of the accident where you and Nellie were. If I can make the world believe that you are dead..."

In the blink of a moment, Erasmi had grabbed his grandfather, "What are you trying to say? Is Nellie alive?"

Seb and Ian both knew that they should go and pull their brother off the old man, but they were frozen. For the life of them, they couldn’t believe that the old man would do something like this... They watched in frozen horror as their grandfather almost lost his life at their brother’s hands. It was the butler who intervened, "Young master, if old master dies, you won’t know..."

The butler’s words hung in the air, and a tense silence settled over the room.

With a tense silence lingering in the air, Erasmi released his grip on Elijah, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. The realization that his grandfather held a secret about Nellie, someone he thought was lost, shook him to the core.

He tried to speak, but the words seemed to be lost. Suddenly, Erasmi felt as if he was being squeezed from all sides.

He felt Seb and Ian come near him to support him, but it felt as if he was being caged. He shrugged off their hands and walked out before the darkness surrounding him threatened to consume him.

As Ian and Seb rushed behind him, Elijah Frost slumped in his wheelchair. The butler quickly brought out the oxygen and helped the old master breathe. As the old man’s breathing stabilized, he could not help but plead with his master, "Sir. Why do you insist on carrying these burdens yourself? The young masters are all older and wiser; if you told them, they would share your burdens..."

"My shoulders are not yet frail enough, Thompson. I have my reasons for keeping quiet. Their hate for me will make them stronger. What does an old man like me need with love that will make me weak and be of no help to my grandsons?"

"But master, your cancer is spreading fast. If you at least told Master Erasmi why you signed those papers..."

Elijah Frost laughed before the sound broke into wheezes, "Thompson, are you worried my grandsons won’t give me a proper funeral if I don’t tell them the truth? There is no need. Even if I fall out with all of them, their sense of righteousness would not let them do that. So I have nothing to worry about... Come on, push me back..."

Ian Frost stood still as he overheard the conversation between the butler and their grandfather. He’d come back to check on the old man not expecting to hear this. What was it that the old man had hidden? And what was this about him having cancer?

Stealthily, he walked into the house but towards the backside. As expected, the butler appeared. Ian straightened the moment the man entered and smiled, trying to keep it as unthreatening as possible. From the horrified expression on the man’s face, Ian knew that he had failed.

"Uncle Thomas."

"Master Ian. I... you startled me."

"I startled you? Uncle Thomas... you are the one who startled me. I thought you were on our side... but you are batting for grandfather’s team?"

"Teams? I don’t know what teams you are talking about. Did you need something, Master Ian? I was about to retire for the night..."

Ian grinned. "I need you to accompany me for a drink, Uncle Thomas... You won’t refuse me, right?"

"I wouldn’t have refused you, Master Ian, but this time I will have to apologize. I... the doctor has told me not to drink for some time."

"What silly doctor is this that he would refuse a man a drink? Come, Uncle Thomas, I’ll take you to a better doctor."

The older man tried to drag his feet and stuttered but was pulled along by the force called Ian Frost.

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