Chapter 1196: Chapter 1196: Are You Trying to Infuriate Me?
Mr. Thompson was so angry that Charlotte hurriedly came forward to hold his arm.
"Grandpa, it’s okay, don’t get too worked up."
Seeing Mr. Thompson trembling from anger, Charlotte immediately supported his arm and continuously patted his back to help him calm down.
"You little rascal, are you trying to kill me?" Mr. Thompson’s chest heaved violently, his originally aged face flushed red with anger.
Jordan was grimacing as he rubbed his lower back.
Just now, although he did not directly face Mr. Thompson’s deadly strike, he was still hit squarely in his lower back.
From that blow, Jordan felt like he was almost leaving this beautiful world.
"Do you really need to be so angry? It’s not like I’ve done something terribly wrong!" Jordan said, somewhat baffled.
But clearly Mr. Thompson didn’t care about these explanations, showing his refusal both in his expression and in his words.
"I’ve told you not to pursue music, did you just ignore my words? No matter what your current situation is or what you’re planning to participate in, disband your band right now! No discussion!"
Supporting his back with one hand on the sofa and the other on his waist, Jordan looked up at Mr. Thompson, no longer hiding his inner doubts and confusion.
"Grandpa, why are you so opposed to my being in a band? What’s wrong with pursuing a hobby?"
"You dare to talk back to me!" Mr. Thompson tapped his walking stick.
Charlotte saw the situation, immediately stabilized Mr. Thompson’s body, and then glanced at Jordan, signaling him to stop talking.
But Jordan was just as stubborn as Mr. Thompson, neither of them willing to give an inch once they got started.
"Grandpa, I’m not talking back, just asking the original reason."
Jordan’s tone was calm, after all, he still had great respect for Mr. Thompson.
Mr. Thompson’s lips slightly trembled as he stared at Jordan’s face, as if he really wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
"Jordan, remember this, you can do whatever you want, but I will never agree to this band thing." After speaking, Mr. Thompson stood up with the help of Charlotte’s hand.
Yet Jordan didn’t yield at all: "Grandpa, as long as you don’t tell me the reason, I will not give up my hobby. I will persist in doing what I want to do!"
Charlotte gave Jordan a stern look, silently motioning with her mouth for him not to continue, behind Mr. Thompson’s back.
Then she heard Mr. Thompson’s heavy snort.
Jonathan had already taken the kids to the children’s room before Mr. Thompson and Jordan’s argument, so the children did not witness the scene downstairs.
"Let’s go."
Mr. Thompson straightened his back firmly and spoke steadily.
In the living room, Henry Thompson, James Thompson, and just-out-from-the-children’s-room Jonathan, hearing Mr. Thompson’s words, also quickly followed him.
"Grandpa, where are you going now?"
Charlotte asked curiously.
Since the Thompson family is settled in Ashton and doesn’t have many projects developed in Druarus, they don’t have a fixed residence here.