Chapter 1222: Chapter 1222: Grandpa Will Definitely Not Let You Go
Fortunately, at this moment, another hand reached out, pinched the back of Jonathan’s collar, and yanked him aside.
"Behave yourself."
The voice of James Thompson floated over. He emerged from behind Jonathan and, as he looked up, his gaze naturally fell upon Justin Battleson.
The crisp reflection of the spectacles refracted the sunlight pouring in, making it impossible to discern the expression in James’s eyes.
Compared to Jonathan gritting his teeth in anger, however, James simply nodded indifferently towards Justin, then reached out to straighten Charlotte’s hair, which had been somewhat disheveled by the wind.
"Grandfather and the children are all waiting for you to come back. Let’s go inside."
Charlotte nodded at James and then turned to link arms with Justin Battleson.
Standing there with a look of dissatisfaction, Jonathan wasn’t quite ready to give up and sneered at Justin, "Hmph, Justin Battleson, don’t think you’ve gotten lucky and escaped disaster. Grandfather definitely won’t let you off."
"Big Bro." Hearing Jonathan’s words, Charlotte couldn’t help but call out to him.
Jonathan, being closest in age to Charlotte, puffed up his cheeks, averted his gaze, and muttered to himself.
"It turns out you’ve already started turning your elbow outwards, eh."
Yet, when Jonathan turned his head back, not only had Justin and Charlotte already left, but James beside him had also turned and walked into the villa.
Jonathan certainly did not want to miss the scene of Justin meeting their family patriarch, and just as he was about to eagerly step into the villa to watch the drama unfold, someone forcefully yanked his face.
The strength used this time was completely different from James; it nearly choked the life out of him.
"Hey, who is that? Is this an attempt at murder?"
Jonathan clutched his neck. As he turned around, he immediately created a distance from the person behind him.
Once he saw who it was, the ferocity on his face dissipated.
"Jordan Thompson, do you realize you almost caused your brother to depart from this beautiful world?"
Jordan coughed awkwardly and then reached out to drape an arm around Jonathan’s shoulders, pulling his upper body a few inches closer.
"Is the old man here?"
Upon hearing this, Jonathan looked at Jordan with a peculiar expression, "This place was bought directly by Big Brother for Grandfather to live in, do you think Grandfather wouldn’t be here? But what are you skulking about for?"
Jordan coughed again, touching the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly, "I have something in Big Brother’s possession, and I want to take it back..."
As if he remembered something, Jonathan’s pupils shrank sharply, "Don’t tell me that the electric bass that Big Brother brought back is..."
However, before Jonathan could finish his sentence, Jordan quickly covered his mouth and nose.
"Keep it down, if Grandfather hears this, won’t he just take his walking stick and stick it in me?"
Right now, the relationship between him and the old man was extremely tense. It was one thing to take his electric bass away in front of Grandfather, but the old man would probably be seething with anger just by seeing him now.
"You really have the same temper as Grandfather, neither of you willing to back down. Grandfather almost broke your legs, and you still dare to take the band’s stuff back?" Jonathan glanced at Jordan.
"So, Big Bro, I’m asking for a favor, could you help me out..." Jordan raised his eyebrows, his eyes conveying a clear message.
However, Jonathan simply waved his hand nonchalantly.