chapter1067

Lydia glanced over and sure enough, the old man was wearing a watch on his wrist.

"I need both of your wrists if I'm going to check properly," she said.

Normally, she could just use one hand, but something about Mr. Lowe's pulse felt off. Actually, it was more than that. His whole body seemed strange. No man in his seventies, no matter how much he looked after himself, should be as fit as someone

half his age.

But Mr. Lowe wasn't having it. He pulled his hands away, scowling. "I think you just don't know what you're doing! A real doctor only needs a second to check a pulse. How long are you going to stand there fiddling? Out! Go on, get out!"

"Grandpa, what's with you?" Lincoln shot back. He couldn't believe his grandfather was acting this way. The man he knew was always polite. Now, he seemed like a different person altogether.

That only made Mr. Lowe more fired up. "You little brat... since when did you start talking back to me?"

Lincoln just stared, speechless.

The old man turned to Lydia again. Well? Tell them. How's my pulse?"

With a tiny smile, Lydia said just one word. "Good."

That made Mr. Lowe light up. He looked around triumphantly. "See? I told you I'm fine, but nobody wants to believe me!"

"So, Tracy and I can go get our marriage license now, right?"

Everyone fell silent.

Christine let out a heavy sigh. "Dad, if you're really going to marry Tracy, then we'll need a lawyer to draft a prenup. She's not getting a single cent of your assets."

Mr. Lowe's face changed instantly. "What did you just say?"

Christine kept her voice calm. Don't get upset. Your money will stay right where it is. But as long as Tracy stays with you, we'll give her ten million a month to spend however she likes. That's one hundred and twenty million a year. Compared to her old salary of two hundred thousand a month, it's a fortune."

Tracy had always been paid more than the other staff since she'd been with the family for years. But after sleeping with the old man, her pay jumped from two hundred thousand to ten million a month. That was just ridiculous wealth.

Still, Mr. Lowe had way more money than that.

He went quiet, lost in thought. Tracy didn't say a word.

Christine seemed to see right through Tracy. "That's our best offer. If you're not happy, then don't even think about staying in the Lowe family another day."

Mr. Lowe bristled. What is that supposed to mean? Are you trying to kick her out?

"We're not throwing her out. She can make her own choice."

Lincoln was fuming. Ten million a month and she still wants more? That's five times my allowance!"

His parents only gave him two million a month. He was beyond frustrated.

Mr. Lowe snorted. "So what if it's five times your allowance? She'll be your grandmother soon."

Lincoln just about choked.

Get

Geovan spoke up. Dad, we've already made a big compromise. you dont agree then we can't keep letting you turn the house upside down."

He honestly didn't get it. His father had never acted like this before. Why was he suddenly creating so much chaos?

Mr. Lowe sneered. "You're just after my money. Ungrateful bastads!"

"Dad, you and Tracy should think it over. Let us know when you've made up your minds," Christine said.

Then, she invited Lydia and Juna to walk in the garden, asking the staff to bring tea and snacks.

"Miss Norwood, is there actually something wrong with my father-in-law's health?