Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Is There a Misunderstanding?
Silas Cheney stared at Sean Bell for quite a while, then asked with a stern face, "Did Thea Lynch say this to you personally?"
It’s not that he doubted Thea Lynch; he just didn’t trust Sean Bell.
Such a highly targeted remark really didn’t seem like something Ian Preston would say, especially towards Thea Lynch.
He was the person most aware of Ian Preston’s feelings for Thea Lynch, cherishing her dearly, incapable of insulting Thea Lynch like that.
The intention to sow discord was glaringly obvious in these words.
Therefore, he had no choice but to doubt Sean Bell.
"Pretty much."
After Sean Bell spoke, Silas Cheney fell silent for a few seconds, then suddenly lifted his head, finally understanding something.
"Did these words provoke Thea Lynch back then?"
Sean Bell shrugged with a smile. Seeing his expression, Silas Cheney felt a sense of despair:
"But it doesn’t sound like something Third Brother would say."
"We can easily spot the problem from an outsider’s perspective. But in Thea Lynch’s shoes back then?"
"Who are you to use a condemning tone to blame her for misunderstanding Third Brother?"
"After all, whether it’s Third Brother’s original words or not, this situation is undoubtedly linked to Aunt, and Third Brother isn’t entirely blameless either."
Silas Cheney was choked, "I do agree with that." Putting himself in her shoes, he could completely understand Thea Lynch’s feelings at the time.
But in this matter, the root cause has never been Ian Preston, yet now he can only bear the burden quietly.
It sounds so stifling.
Sean Bell spread his hands, "Then what are you wasting words for?"
"So you also know it’s likely not Third Brother’s words, why even ask me all this?" Silas Cheney knew Sean Bell had an ulterior motive.
"If it’s Third Brother’s original words, then he deserves it. If not, then Third Brother should find the person responsible for saying it as soon as possible. Someone has to bear the consequences."
"A basic apology should be expected, shouldn’t it?"
At this point, Silas Cheney realized Sean Bell’s target was Aunt Honor.
"What about you, are you sure Thea Lynch still likes Third Brother?"
A few years ago, Silas Cheney could definitely see through Thea Lynch’s little thoughts; whether she liked someone or not, there was no need to ask.
But now, he truly couldn’t see through it.
Not just Thea Lynch, but also Ian Preston and Sean Bell.
Ugh, he increasingly didn’t understand.
Sean Bell, wearing an enigmatic expression, thought for a moment before replying, "Now, whether she likes someone or not, I’m uncertain. Right now, ugh, she probably can’t even see through her own heart."
"..." Silas Cheney was about to curse him, thinking what kind of answer is that? Then he heard Sean Bell slowly add another line: "But I can guarantee, Third Brother is absolutely her only choice."
Sean Bell’s words carried a philosophical tone.
The only choice.
Those few words, to be honest, sounded convincing at first glance.
"Believe it or not, I can vouch for it. Her feelings for Third Brother are undeniable, and sooner or later they’ll become evident."
With Sean Bell’s words, Silas Cheney gained a bit of confidence.
"Then that makes it easier. If there’s mutual intention, there’s no need to keep dragging this out. We can quietly create some opportunities for them, and wouldn’t it just work out?"
Practically foolproof.
Upon hearing this, Sean Bell glanced at him as if looking at an idiot, "If the fundamental issue can’t be resolved, what’s the use of giving them opportunities?"
"Haven’t there been enough opportunities given to them, openly and secretly, during this time?"
After speaking, Sean Bell sneered coldly, his face full of disdain.
Silas Cheney: "..." Though these words didn’t sound pleasant, thinking deeply, they were indeed true.
Ever since Thea Lynch returned to the country, let alone Third Brother taking the initiative himself, there were plenty of shady "maneuvers" he and Sean Bell did behind the scenes.
The fundamental problem... Silas Cheney frowned, "This problem is quite difficult to resolve."
The issue has always been with Aunt Honor.
After all, she is Third Brother’s biological mother.
It’s indeed a bit tricky.
Being an outsider, it’s not appropriate for him to intervene.
Silas Cheney looked at Sean Bell, "I can’t do much, but you’re at least one of the Bell Family."
"You really think highly of me." Sean Bell was about to curse, but held back. Good things never find him, but he’s the first thought for bad ones.
"I won’t intervene in this matter either. If Third Brother can’t sort it out himself, then he might as well forget about Thea Lynch. It’s a waste of mutual emotions."
If he could solve it, it would have been done long ago, and wouldn’t have waited till now.
After all, she is his aunt.
His father’s biological sister.
He’s known for being unrestrained, but on this matter, as a junior, there’s truly nothing he can do.
He’s not afraid of dealing with his grandpa’s side, but explaining to his mother is tricky.
—
At the family dinner that evening, Uncle didn’t allow the old men to drink, so only juice was served.
Thea Lynch wasn’t very hungry; she was full after eating just a little.
But at this time, it wasn’t right for her to leave the table first. She could only sit aside and eat fruit to pass the time.
After the old men finished eating and prepared to rest, Thea Lynch stood up.
Ian Preston and the others hadn’t finished eating yet, and Old Mr. Preston glanced over, gesturing towards Thea Lynch, "Thea, are you done eating?"
"Hmm." Thea Lynch hesitated as she approached.
"Then escort Grandpa back, I need to take my medicine first."
Upon hearing this, Ian Preston put down his chopsticks, "I’ll take you back."
"No need, you carry on eating." Old Mr. Preston waved, gesturing him aside. Then he called out to Thea Lynch.
Thea Lynch nodded, "Alright, I’ll take you back."
The Preston Family’s place was situated a bit deeper in, but not too far from the Lynch Family; walking slowly, it was only five or six minutes away.
When she was a child, she would always run to the Preston Family to find Ian Preston, in her memory it felt like just a turn and she’d be there, very close.
Thea Lynch supported Old Mr. Preston as they walked slowly. At this time, there weren’t many people strolling outside the yard, and they didn’t encounter anyone on the road.
"Thea," the old man patted her hand.
"Hmm?" Thea Lynch snapped back to the present.
"Did your Third Brother get hospitalized a few days ago?"
"..."
Thea Lynch paused, unsure of what to say for a moment.
Old Mr. Preston smiled, "You don’t need to be afraid, I’m just asking. Silas Cheney and Sean Bell won’t tell me the truth, but I can find out myself. Grandpa just wants to know the specific reason."
Thea Lynch was caught; this was a question she couldn’t answer.
"Your Third Brother, since childhood, has always been sensible in what he does. No one outside could make him drink himself into that state; it’s the first time I’ve seen him like this."
"You know too that he doesn’t like to discuss things with the family, which is why Grandpa is asking you."
Thea Lynch understood perfectly that Old Mr. Preston wasn’t unaware of the real reason — it was precisely because he knew, he was asking her.
So she had no room to lie.
"Probably, it has something to do with me." She lowered her head.
"But is there some misunderstanding?"
She shook her head, "No misunderstanding. Just..."
She didn’t know where to start, hesitating to speak.
