Helen's vision gradually came into focus, and she forced herself into a sitting position. It took her a second to realize who was standing in front of her. When she did, though, a grin broke out on her face. It was the old Mr. Davis. "Grandpa, why are you here?" she asked.
The old Davis: "I won't let you be bullied. Tell me what happened. Did Nathan bully you?"
Helen hurriedly shook his head and said, "No. I was being careless. As usual."
The old Davis' eyebrows were slightly furrowed. He was old, but he was not a fool, and he certainly knew that Helen was not telling the truth. He pointed at Elma and said, "I want you to tell me what happened!"
Elma froze for a second, and then she told him the whole thing.
In anger, the old Davis waved his arm. Then, with a clang, the cup of coffee the servant had just made for him was swept to the ground. The coffee splashed all over the place, and the cup was smashed to pieces. "How dare he?!?!" he roared. He got up and walked towards the study to look for Nathan.
Helen called out to the old Davis: "Grandpa, don't be angry. Nathan didn't mean it..." Then she turned to Elma and said, "Nanny, go and stop Grandpa. Quick!"
Elma shook her head and refused. She didn't dare get between the old Davis and the focus of his anger.
The old Davis got to the top of the stairs just as Nathan came out of his bedroom. The old man gave Nathan a dirty look and said, "We'll talk here." Then he went into the office, and Nathan followed after him.
From the bedroom, Crystal could hear the old man's command and the sound of the office door slamming. The loud bang echoed through the villa, and then there was nothing but quiet for a long time. Eventually, Crystal could not stand the silence any longer, so she laid down and closed her eyes.
Crystal was just about asleep when Vic barged in. She hugged her blanket up over her cleavage. "What do you want?" she asked.
Vic: "Miss Smith, the old Mr. Davis asked to see you in the study."
"I have to get changed first," Crystal said.
She was wearing a white bubble-sleeved nightgown, so she needed to get changed before meeting an elder.
Vic said, "Be quick," and then he disappeared back into the hallway.
Once Crystal was dressed, she went to the study, knocked, and opened the door. Inside, she saw that the study was like a battlefield, and words could not express what she saw. There were broken antiques scattered everywhere, and Nathan was on the ground. He was holding his head, and he was bleeding. The blood was flowing down along his forehead. Strangely, though, he did not look embarrassed. Instead, he seemed surprisingly mysterious and beautiful, as if he was a charming bloodthirsty vampire- and he was looking at her in a way that suggested that he would protect her, no matter what.
The old Mr. Davis glared at Crystal and said, "So, you're Crystal Smith?"
Crystal looked into his eyes without fear, smirked, and said, "So, you're the old Mr. Davis."
The old Davis was surprised. No one had ever dared to talk to him like this. "How dare you?" He roared. He turned to Nathan. "Is this the woman you like? She's ungracious! She's a nobody! This relationship between you is ridiculous!"
Crystal kept smiling. She was determined not to get angry or emotional, no matter what he said.
"Don't even think about letting this woman step into my house!" the old Davis continued.
"Even if she has your baby, the villa's gates will be barred to her! And her little bastard!"
Nathan didn't answer. Instead, he thrust his hands into his pockets and looked lazily at Crystal. He thought - This woman... She isn't afraid of anyone.
He admired her indifferent attitude.
The old Davis: "Why are you pestering Nathan?"
Crystal smirked and said, "I pester him? I'm sorry, but you're mistaken. On the contrary, he is the one that keeps haunting me."
"How dare you talk back to me?" the old Davis roared.
Crystal crossed her arms beneath her breasts defiantly but said nothing. Of course, her indifference only infuriated the old man further. "Answer me!" he roared. Then, when she still didn't respond, he turned to Nathan and said, "Do you see? She has nothing to say for herself. That proves that she is only interested in you for your money!"
Nathan's face turned red from anger, but before he could say anything, Crystal finally spoke up: "Old Mr. Davis, would you mind if I asked you one question?"
"Humph!" The old Davis hummed with disdain.
Crystal: "Is it you who judged the marriage between Nathan and me invalid?"
The old Davis: "Yes. When you got the marriage license, you were not of legal age. Thus, your marriage is invalid."
Crystal: "Well, then that means that I have nothing to gain from Nathan, right?"
The old Davis: "Humph! Of course! And it had better stay that way!"
Crystal: "Never mind that for now. It is inconsequential. You see, since I have nothing to gain from the Davis family, you've gone to all this trouble for nothing - and now that you've broken at least a hundred million dollars worth of antiques in his study, how are you going to make amends?"
Nathan winked at Crystal. This was a trick that he had taught her, and he couldn't help but smile as she executed her part perfectly. She meant the world to him, and if he could not spend his life with her, he thought that the rest of his days would be gloomy and meaningless.
When the old gates saw the look of smug satisfaction on Nathan's face, he pointed at the door. "You!" he shouted. "Get the fuck out of this office!"
"Get out?" Nathan laughed and said, "I won't. This is my house. If someone should get 'the fuck' out of here, it should be you. Please, feel free to show yourself out."
The old Davis flushed with anger.. Then he pulled a gun from a hidden holster and pointed it at Crystal's head.
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