True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)

Chapter 2165

"Ernest, are you insinuating that I'm a fool?" Sylvia was already livid, but her brother had to ridicule her. Down in the dumps, she retorted, "Can't you show some compassion? It's not easy for me either."

Ernest quirked his eyebrow and said with a smile, "Well, I think knowing Chigo, since he has given it to you, he won't take it back."

Sylvia didn't need Ernest telling her that.

It wasn't as if she didn't know what Chigo was like.

However, she still had a nagging feeling that Chigo saw her as more than just a sister, so she started recalling all he said before he said he was only joking.

As obtuse as she could get, she no longer thought the matter was as simple as it seemed to be.

Chigo's action was a kind of declaration.

Fortunately, she was only sixteen. If she had come of age, Chigo would really be more presumptuous, like he had said.

Sylvia withdrew her hand, which she had stretched out to snatch the hair comb, sitting down morosely on the sofa.

William was all smiles as he swept his eyes across everyone. He was in no hurry to speak.

Heinz, on the other hand, had become impatient.

He knew others were beginning to covet his precious baby girl. She had indeed grown up into a gorgeous young lady, looking even more stunning when she had simmered down.

Their girl had inherited his and Grace's best features, looking as beautiful as a picture. Now that she had retained her composure instead of behaving like her old reckless and recalcitrant self, she became a ravishing sight.

Even Heinz felt that his daughter's life in school in the final two weeks of the semester had made her simmer down completely and altered her temperament.

It seemed that living on campus was beneficial to this girl.

Nevertheless, these delightful transitions did not take place with the purpose of letting those men set their hearts on her.

"Sylvia, has Mr. Trevino ever given you a present before?" Just then, William inquired out of the blue.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Stunned, Heinz gaped at his grandfather instantly.

He couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, you know Mr. Trevino?"

"I met him outside today; he even pushed me back. He's a very obliging young man," William opined.

Heinz snorted, well aware of his grandfather's disposition. "Obliging? I bet you must've badgered him into doing it, haven't you?"

William's eyes flickered as he pretended to be stern while saying, "What nonsense are you talking about? Am I that sort of person? He's indeed helpful."

"Honey, is this the same Mr. Trevino we know?" Heinz turned to his wife, "He's not talking about Kendrix, is he?"

"I think he is." Grace replied, "Well, he is a policeman; being helpful should be the least he should do, no?"

As she spoke, Grace focused her eyes on William. "Grandpa, how come Kendrix is in the area?"

"I've no idea." William shook his head. "Maybe Sylvia knows."

"Don't ask me; I don't know it either." Sylvia shook her head immediately. "Mr. Trevino isn't a very benevolent man from my knowledge of him, but it isn't outlandish of him to help others. Although great-grandpa might have pestered him into helping him, I believe if he was truly in need of help, Mr. Trevino wouldn't sit on his hands."

Sylvia spoke a lot in order to defend Kendrix.

Meanwhile, after scrutinizing the hair comb, Ernest cast a meaningful gaze at his little sister and said, "Sylvia, I'll still take Chigo's side, but you have the freedom to choose whoever you want. No matter who you choose, you'll have my support."

Sylvia was stupefied for a second; were they having an overt discussion to find a boyfriend for her?!

Were they out of their minds? She pondered on this.

She looked around in incredulity, only to find that everyone was eager to fix her up with a man, except for her father, who was frowning.

She pouted and said, "Alright, that's enough. You guys are worrying too much. I'm still so young; how can you guys bring this up so soon?" "You're at a good age to start dating already." Ernest said, "You'd better be mentally prepared now, or you'll suffer later."

"Speak for yourself." Sylvia took the hair comb over and replied, "I'm returning it."

"Hand it to me. I'll return it for you," Heinz suddenly said.

Sylvia's mind went blank momentarily. She thought things might get awkward if her father did it.

After all, it was given to her, so she should be the one returning it by right.

She could now guess what Chigo had been thinking.

Or, more precisely, she knew what was on his mind.

Therefore, she had to return it herself as an act of turning him down and ending it with a clean cut.

"It's fine, Dad. I'll handle it myself," Sylvia said.

Despite Heinz's reluctance, he still let her settle the matter herself.

Right at that, Ernest said, "Dad, why don't you take a look at the hair comb first?"

"No," Heinz replied commandingly.

He had gotten bent out of shape;

how could he be in the mood of observing it? There was no way a brat, who intended to sweep his daughter off her feet, could give any satisfactory present.

"Just take a look, Dad," Ernest repeated. "You too, Mom."

It was still a firm no from Heinz.

However, Grace thought there must be something special about the hair comb for Ernest to bring it up with her and her husband.

She nodded and said, "Sylvia, why don't you let me have a look?"

Sylvia obliged.

Scrutinizing it, Grace was blown away, seeing the one-of-a-kind design.

The craftsmanship was out of this world.

On top of that, her daughter's name had been engraved on it.

Even on the box, too, made probably from rosewood, to say nothing of the impressive carving skill.

It was indeed a gift made with a lot of care.

"What great carving skills." Grace couldn't help but praise it. "Sylvia, did Chigo say where he bought this?"

Grace was tempted to make a similar hair comb for herself.

Sylvia answered honestly, "He said he made it himself."

Hearing that, Grace gasped in amazement.

"Well, he has a pair of nimble hands."

Heinz was surprised by the answer as well, finally understanding why his son wanted him to look at it.

It seemed that the young man really thought the world of Sylvia, but so what?

Did Chigo really think he could win his daughter away with just a hair comb?

Hmph!

Fat chance.

Grace sighed and said, "Any girl would be touched to receive such a gift. Chigo has truly made an effort."

"So?" Heinz couldn't help pouring derision, saying, "Did he think he could take my daughter away with just this gift?" "This isn't about the gift but the effort behind it," Grace spoke reasonably. "Are you able to go to this extent?"

Stumped, Heinz frowned. "Indeed, I can't."

"My thoughts exactly." Grace said

without hesitation, "It's because you

en feel the urge to make an

effort in making a gift yourself."

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Sylvia was dumbfounded. She wondered what was going on and if her mother was lavishing praises on Chigo publicly.

She goggled at her mother in surprise and forgot to react for a moment.

Grace cracked a smile as her eyes fell on her daughter, saying, "What I'm trying to say is Chigo

is indeed a decent guy."

Only a man who behaved solicitously to a woman would love her more.

Of course, she didn't mean that Kendrix didn't love Sylvia enough. She just thought if her daughter also

felt the same for Chigo, maybe she would have an easier life in the

future of being cosseted by aman who loved her very much. Content

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Grace had a hunch if her daughter chose Kendrix, she might suffer some hardships in the future.