The banquet hasn’t even started, and she’s already flaunting her power, making the bodyguards call her the young mistress?

Leon Keane’s mother felt very displeased. She had long told Leon that Ivana Monroe was just after his money, but Leon didn’t believe it and thought Ivana didn’t care about money.

Hmph, now Ivana’s fox tail is showing, isn’t it?

"Yes, it was President Kane who instructed us to call her that," the bodyguard truthfully said.

If it weren’t for Ivana whispering in Leon’s ears, why would Leon do such a thing?

It was hard to change Mrs. Keane’s mind. Even if what the bodyguard said was true, she blamed everything on Ivana.

"Still not letting him in? How long do you expect me to wait at the door?" Old Mr. Price was impatient and shouted loudly.

Even through the phone, Mrs. Keane could hear Old Mr. Price’s urgency. She was too busy to address the bodyguards calling Ivana the young mistress and once again told the bodyguard, "Your President Kane is my son, and what I say represents him. I order you to let my father in now. Don’t blame me for not warning you; my old man is getting on in years and is quite stubborn. If you upset him outside the ward and something happens, I’ll make sure you’re all held accountable."

The bodyguards felt rather troubled by this.

"Madam..."

"I don’t want to hear any more nonsense from you. Let my father in immediately."

What else could the bodyguards do? They looked at the old gentleman with quite the temper and had no choice but to let him in.

The bodyguard who took the call led Old Mr. Price inside and gave another bodyguard a look, signaling him to call President Kane.

The other bodyguard nodded, indicating he understood.

Old Mr. Price walked into the ward and was immediately wide-eyed. This room was indeed large, three or four times the size of Jackie’s regular ward. All the furniture was there, with a special bed for attendants, extremely comfortable sofas, a dining table, and a wicker chaise lounge.

The curtains were open, and the sunlight perfectly illuminated the wicker chaise lounge. Preparing a pot of tea there, how much more comfortable could it get?

Old Mr. Price felt terribly upset. That damned Leon Keane, clearly capable of securing a VIP ward, yet disregarded Jackie, leaving her in a regular ward. Last night, he had to endure the cold of a chair all night, making his old bones ache terribly now.

"Young mistress, this is... President Kane’s grandfather. He wants to come in and see you and the young master," the bodyguard explained with a helpless expression.

Ivana nodded; her stunning face was expressionless. Given how noisy Old Mr. Price had been at the door, it was difficult for her not to hear it.

"Grandfather, please sit," Ivana warmly offered, then turned to Aunt Golding, "Could you please get Grandfather a glass of water?"

"Sure, young mistress."

Only then did Old Mr. Price properly look at Ivana, feeling that Ivana was quite polite to him, much more courteous than that scoundrel Leon Keane.

"I don’t drink plain water; I want tea. Make me a nice cup of Longjing."

Old Mr. Price disliked plain water. Since arriving at the hospital, he had drunk enough of it. He wouldn’t make such a request to his son, but over here with Ivana, he had no such reservations. In fact, he thought it was only fitting for his granddaughter-in-law to serve him this way.

Aunt Golding frowned, "There isn’t any tea here in the ward," let alone premium Longjing.

Aunt Golding glanced at Old Mr. Price, feeling deep down that this old man wasn’t easy to deal with.

"Can’t you go buy some? Go buy it now."

Old Mr. Price demanded unabashedly. He then went over to the wicker chaise lounge and lay down, basking in the sunlight.

Aunt Golding was at a loss. What kind of elder acts this way? Coming to the granddaughter-in-law’s hospital ward without so much as a piece of fruit, yet parades around like a lord?

Aunt Golding felt irritated, but it wasn’t her place to say anything.

She looked at Ivana.

Ivana nodded, "Aunt Golding, could you please make the trip? I’ll transfer the money to your WeChat."

Aunt Golding internally sighed; the young mistress was indeed good-tempered.

Ivana transferred 10,000 yuan to Aunt Golding, startling her, "Young mistress, even the best Longjing this autumn doesn’t cost this much; you’re paying too much."

Ivana smiled, "It’s not much. Aunt Golding, when you get to the tea shop, ask for the best Longjing from the tea owner. The remaining money won’t be much. Consider it a fee for the trip."

Autumn Longjing, even at its most expensive, wouldn’t be that costly now with winter approaching.

This errand fee Ivana gave was quite generous.

Aunt Golding wanted to say more, but Ivana shook her head, indicating she should hurry and buy it.

At this point, Old Mr. Price had his ears perked up, listening.

Upon hearing Ivana instruct Aunt Golding to buy the best Longjing, he was quite satisfied but still pondering just how much Ivana had transferred to this maid?

If there was much leftover, Ivana wouldn’t want it, and Old Mr. Price was thinking of shamelessly asking for it.

But upon hearing Ivana say there wouldn’t be much left after buying Longjing, he stayed quiet.

Aunt Golding went to buy Longjing.

Old Mr. Price crossed his arms, like an old patriarch, "Your granddaughter-in-law isn’t so bad."

Ivana awkwardly smiled. She actually didn’t want to interact with Old Mr. Price because Leon had told her to keep her distance from the Price family. But Old Mr. Price had come too suddenly, and she had no choice.

When Old Mr. Price was making a fuss outside, Ivana knew he was someone unreasonable.

She was catering to him cautiously, hoping he would leave satisfied and not trouble her and her child.

Upon seeing Timmy Monroe, Old Mr. Price suddenly frowned, "How did your father teach you? Seeing me, you won’t greet?"

Timmy Monroe: "..."

Ivana quickly said, "Timmy, call him great-grandfather."

Old Mr. Price: Who’s Timmy? Isn’t this Ian?

Timmy Monroe pouted, "Great-grandfather."

Old Mr. Price straightened up and waved Timmy over, "You’re not Ian? Come closer, let me take a good look at you."

Timmy wasn’t fond of Old Mr. Price because the words he had spoken earlier weren’t pleasant. They clearly weren’t directed at him but mistook him for his brother.

Therefore, Old Mr. Price wasn’t nice to his brother.

Timmy didn’t want to make things difficult for Ivana, so he walked over to Old Mr. Price’s side.

Old Mr. Price reached out and pinched his small face, making his fair and tender cheeks redden from the pressure.

Ivana’s heart ached seeing this, "Grandfather, take it easy, Timmy is afraid of pain."

Timmy immediately looked tearfully at Old Mr. Price, "Great-grandfather, Timmy hurts."

Old Mr. Price intentionally applied more force when pinching because he disliked Ian. In the past, Ian acted just like Leon, giving him attitude.

He squeezed Timmy hard, essentially to retaliate against Ian.

Because he really didn’t believe the little boy before him was any "Timmy Monroe." He thought the boy was Ian.

"Great-grandfather didn’t pinch that hard, and you’re calling it pain? Boys these days, they’re pampered like little girls, they’ll be good for nothing as they grow up."

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by lotustale.com