Chapter 057 You Do It for Me

"Monica, don't stir up trouble for no reason," Alexander said, barely keeping his anger in check.

Monica didn't even look at him and just said, "No need, thanks."

Her voice was ice cold.

Alexander stared at her for a good ten seconds before slamming his utensils on the table and storming out.

Preston chuckled and looked at Monica. "It's rare to see him this mad."

He used to be indifferent to Monica.

Now, it was already quite something that he listened to Preston, picking Monica up when told and serving her food when asked.

It seemed there was still some hope for them.

But Monica didn't speak; she didn't want to discuss anything about Alexander.

Preston saw she didn't want to talk about it and changed the subject, "By the way, Monica, you've been back for a while, but you still haven't visited your parents, right?"

"What's the point? Nine years ago, they already cut ties with me." Monica smiled faintly.

"What about your grandparents? Have you visited them?"

Monica paused, not answering.

Since returning to the country, besides work, she had to deal with the occasional trouble from Alexander's side, so she hadn't had time to visit her grandparents.

Preston sighed. "If you don't want to go back to the Brown Villa, then don't. But your grandparents have missed you all these years. They've often scolded your parents and even ordered that no matter what your parents do, they will never acknowledge Stella as their granddaughter. They've always kept your share of the Brown Group's equity for you."

"I know." Monica nodded. "I've been too busy lately, but my grandfather's 70th birthday is coming up, and I'll visit them then."

"That's good." Preston nodded repeatedly. "Your grandparents have had little contact with your parents because of you, but they're getting old and still hope to have children around. Visit them more often; they'll be very happy."

"I understand, Preston. Thank you," Monica said obediently.

"By the way, how have you been abroad all these years? Do you have someone you like?" Preston asked enthusiastically.

Since Monica returned, he had wanted to ask her this question. After all, even though she was divorced, she was still very eligible, and it was unlikely she had no suitors.

But he wanted to know if Alexander still had a chance.

Monica was taken aback.

Previously, she had lied to Alexander, saying she had a boyfriend. But she couldn't lie to Preston, so she said, "I've only been focused on work and haven't thought about relationships."

"So, no boyfriend?" Preston's eyes lit up.

"No."

"That's good." Preston sighed in relief.

"Good?" Monica didn't understand his meaning.

"No, I mean, it's good to focus on work," Preston replied, glancing upstairs.

Alexander had just come out of his room and overheard their conversation as he walked downstairs.

He raised an eyebrow, realizing Monica had lied to him before.

But somehow, he felt relieved, and his expression softened.

Preston seized the moment. "We've almost finished eating. Alexander, you take Monica home."

"Why should I take her home?" Alexander snorted. "She doesn't need it."

"Just do as I say." Preston picked up his cane and whacked Alexander on the shoulder, not holding back at all.

Alexander frowned. "Can't you hit somewhere else?"

Preston had always hit him in the same spot tonight.

Monica didn't know what was up with Preston tonight. He usually doted on Alexander, but tonight he had hit him several times.

But it had nothing to do with her. She stood up and said to Preston, "Preston, it's okay. I can go back by myself."

"This place is hard to get a cab, and Alexander has nothing to do. Let him take you back. Be good." Preston patted her shoulder.

"Okay." Monica knew Preston wouldn't give up, so she agreed and walked out with Alexander.

Outside the Smith Mansion, she immediately looked blank. "Mr. Smith, you must be busy. I won't trouble you. I can go back myself."

Her cold attitude darkened Alexander's face, and his tone became even colder, "If I let you go alone, I can't explain it to Grandpa."

Monica was frustrated. If neither of them said anything, how would Preston know?

But Joseph had already opened the back door for her, so she said nothing and got in.

Joseph then opened the other door for Alexander.

As Alexander got in, he pulled his shoulder and gasped.

"What's wrong?" Joseph asked urgently. "Mr. Smith, are you hurt? Should we go to the hospital?"

Alexander didn't speak, looking at Monica. In the past, whenever he got hurt, she was always the first to worry and apply medicine.

But now, she just sat there, looking at her phone, as if she hadn't heard their conversation.

"It's nothing," he said, suppressing his anger. "There's a first aid kit in the car. Bring it to me."

"Yes, sir." Joseph quickly brought the first aid kit. He wanted to help, but seeing Monica, he understood Alexander's intention and placed the kit next to Alexander before closing the door and leaving.

Only Monica and Alexander remained in the car, the silence thickening with tension.

Alexander unbuttoned his shirt, trying to take it off, but every movement hurt his shoulder. He wondered if he was really Preston's grandson.

He glanced at Monica, who still didn't look at him. He couldn't help but think she was really cold and heartless.

Monica actually heard his pained sounds but restrained herself from looking at him.

He struggled to take off his shirt but was unable to reach the injury. Finally, he gave up and coldly said, "You do it for me."