Chapter 8 Who Is That Man

As Michael looked at her, he noticed a frown on her forehead. Immediately, he shifted his cold gaze to the doctor, who felt a prickle on his back. While he administered the IV drip carefully, he picked up his pace. “Mr. Bennett, Ms. Summer should wake up once the drip is used up.” “You may leave now,” Michael said calmly, but his imperious air stopped any negotiations from the doctor. “Yes.” The doctor packed his things, picked up the first-aid kit, and then left the room. Michael went up to the bed and stared at the woman who was still asleep. Her small face had exquisite features, but it was pale, like a porcelain doll. He had a feeling that she might break if he held it tightly. When he saw the hickeys on her neck, his gaze darkened. Well, well, she had the guts to cheat, but she was as timid as a mouse in the hall. Fainted from the shock, huh? I didn't even need to scare her. Interesting. His lips curled up into a faint smile. “Mike!” Eleanor called him from the doorstep, and he looked back. “Grandma.” She went up to him with her servants, her walking cane supporting her. A frown creased her forehead, and she looked upset. When she saw Charlotte on Michael's bed, she was filled with conflicting feelings. If Charlotte didn't get caught the night before and was still the innocent lady she was, Eleanor would be delighted to see that. “You can't let her sleep there, Mike.” Eleanor didn't hide her disgust and disdain. At that point, she only saw Charlotte as a slut who slept with another man. That was why she couldn't take it when she saw Charlotte on her grandson's bed, and she was seized by the urge to throw her out. My grandson can only have the best. A slut like her is not good enough for him. Eleanor regretted it when she saw Michael taking her back and bringing her into his room, even letting her sleep on his bed. I should have complied with her request and chased her out of the house. It's just a hundred million. Not like we can't take the hit. Besides, we can demand it from Summer Corporation. After telling the maid to take care of Charlotte, he led Eleanor out of the bedroom. “I thought you wanted her here, Grandma,” he said calmly. “I did, but not anymore. We don't exactly want a loose woman like her in the family. Nor would I have her bear your child.” Ah, so her name is Charlotte. It's a good name. He mumbled her name while taking Eleanor to the study. Meanwhile, Edda and the maids stood outside, giving them privacy. “Calm down, Grandma. This is a misunderstanding. You know how those reporters love to stir rumors. Buying into it is just falling for their trap,” Michael said nonchalantly, but a glint of murderous intent flashed across his eyes. Eleanor froze as she understood the implied message in his words and scrutinized him with her sharp gaze. When she noticed his calm and mature demeanor, she came to a sudden realization. He's no longer the child who relies on his parents. “Mike, are you saying someone is behind this?” Michael led her to her seat before sitting across from her. Then he brewed her some tea, his face inscrutable. “Have some tea, Grandma.” He held the cup with one hand while the other supported the base of the cup and placed it before his grandmother respectfully. Eleanor glanced at him, then took a sip from the cup before asking, “Do you know something I don't? Well, hurry up and tell me.” She wasn't senile. After all, she had to be smart to keep her place as the Bennetts' matriarch. For a woman who lost her husband in her forties and her son as well as daughter-in-law not too long ago, not to mention her being the matriarch of the main household, she had seen a lot of the things life had to offer. If she couldn't keep her cool, she would have been chewed and spat out a long time ago. “You got the magazine in such a short time after Charlotte's departure. Don't you think that's weird?” Michael looked at her with a neutral expression. Eleanor started to grow suspicious after Michael's reminder. He's right. The magazine was sent to me first thing in the morning, and I flew into a rage when I saw that it was Charlotte. She then asked Edda to call Charlotte, but her phone was turned off, much to her chagrin. The only thing that crossed her mind when she saw Charlotte was yelling at her and teaching her a lesson. She overlooked the little details, for her anger clouded her judgment. After Michael told her about it, Eleanor thought that someone might be pulling the strings. There were only two possible goals for doing that—so that she would punish or exile Charlotte and the Bennetts' reputation would be tarnished. But even if Charlotte had been set up by someone, that didn't change the fact that she had hooked up with another man. A lady going out to have a drink at midnight was unseemly, at least in the eyes of Eleanor, who was a conservative woman. And she couldn't accept the fact that Charlotte came out of the room half-naked. She came out looking disheveled in a man's clothes. That fact is certainly no misunderstanding. The more she thought about it, the angrier she was, and she harrumphed imperiously. “So what if she's sabotaged? That means she's stupid. It hasn't been two days since she came to our house, and she's already embroiled in a scandal like this. Do you know how disgraceful it is for her to hook up with someone else? And she even slept with a sleazy man. I will not let her stay with us any longer, lest our image is tarnished.” Michael's face fell. Nobody would like it if they were called sleazy, especially the haughty and domineering Michael, who was the head of the Bennetts. Fury welled up in his eyes, but he hid it instantly. He took his teacup and stared down at it before taking a sip. “So you're going to chase her out, aren't you, Grandma?” His cold, imperious voice stopped Eleanor's nagging. “Of course I am!” Eleanor's eyes widened in anger. She only has herself to blame. Michael arched his eyebrow, then put down his teacup, which clanged softly against the glass table. “Aren't you worried that your great-grandchild might, I don't know, be thrown into the wild?” Eleanor was thirsty from talking too much. She was drinking tea when Michael shot that question. Instantly, she spewed everything out.