Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love

Chapter 27

“Isaac isn’t giving you a hard time, is he?” the old man asked with obvious affection.

Camila pressed her Lips together to keep herself from saying that his grandson was a pervert. Despite everything else, he was still Robin's beloved grandson.

“He isn't...”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Isaac came bounding through the door.

Robin clicked his tongue at his grandson.

“You and Mila are a couple now. Aren’t you supposed to spend the evenings together? What took you so long to get here? Mila has been waiting all this time.”

Isaac cast a sardonic glance at Camila and said nothing. Of course, Robin knew that Isaac was upset with the arrangement. He only scolded his grandson for Camila to hear. “The two of you should spend the night here. Stevie, take Mila to Isaac’s room.”

“Yes, Sir.” Stevie appeared at Robin’s side and gave him a small bow. Then he turned and gestured to Camila. “Young Madam, please follow me.”

Camila sneaked a peek at Isaac, but he remained cold and distant. She withdrew her gaze and quietly left with the butler Soon enough, only Robin and Isaac were left in the room.

Robin sighed, a helpless expression marring his face. “I know that you harbor hatred and resentment in your heart, but it has been so long You should let it go.”

The atmosphere turned somber at the mention of the past.

Isaac had plopped on a chair and was now leaning back in a casual position. He pursed his lips and said nothing, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes.

“| agreed to the marriage on your behalf. | only did it for your own good, so | hope that you wouldn’t take it against me. You're not a child anymore, Isaac. It’s time for you to start a family of your own. | know her father’s methods were deplorable, but Mila is a good person.”

Isaac raised an eyebrow at that. What kind of good person would cheat on their spouse on their own wedding night?

But of course, he couldn’t tell Robin that. His only option now was to quickly and quietly divorce the woman.

Robin heaved another long sigh. He was the only one in the Johnston family that Isaac listened to. If it hadn’t been for him, Isaac would probably never step foot in this mansion again. Isaac had retreated into his small world after his parents passed away. He seldom went back here.

This was also part of the reason why Robin didn’t want to push Isaac too much. He waved a hand and said, “It’s late. You should go to bed.”

Isaac stood up without a word.

“Young Master,” Stevie greeted him when they ran into each other at the foot of the stairs. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.