The Revenge of the Mute Wife by Melanie Paulson

Extra 31: Party

That threat worked.....

Roger and his family stopped going to the company to harass George over an inheritance. Elliot didn't beat around the bush and got a lifetime restraining order to stop them from harassing his father and even assigned him a personal bodyguard just in case. With all these measures, peace reigned for five years.

During this time, Roger was drowning in debt because he had promised his daughter a luxurious wedding. For a moment, he thought he was still important, having heard on gossip news that the Petersons were organizing a big party that promised to be a lavish affair. He assumed his father had found out and was planning something for Casandra.

Obviously, the situation led to confusion because this party was a private event meant to surprise the

honorees.

George, along with Nicholas and Eric, had planned something special to combine two significant celebrations: one was for Howard's 15th birthday and to celebrate his good grades in school, and the other was for James, who had just graduated as an architect and had earned his degree with honors- something that filled his three grandfathers with immense pride.

Everyone felt so proud of these two talented young men, but George felt the most pride because both were his grandsons. That's why he wanted to do something very special for them at this party.

He hired a great event planner to ensure everything would be perfect.

The big day had finally arrived, and they were listening to a report on the preparations at the venue. Due to the rainy weather, they couldn't set up all the outdoor decorations as planned. However, with the help of a florist, they draped ivy and flowers over the pillars at the entrance.

"Does that look good to you?" the organizer asked, showing a live video feed from one of his assistants.

"I like it. It's a good solution to the rain issue," George said.

"In that case, we'll decorate the entire exterior like this. The interior decorations remain unchanged," the organizer said with a smile as he ended the call with his assistant. "Also, with the rain, do you want me to make space to store it, or should we set up a tent to keep it safe?"

"Set up a tent. I want it ready for when I present it to my grandson."

"Perfect, then I'll-"

"Grandpa!" The door suddenly opened, and a little brunette girl ran in to hug the elder, her face beaming with a big smile.

"Hey," George smiled and moved slightly in his chair to hug his granddaughter, lifting her onto his lap.

"Kiss," the little girl said before giving the elder a kiss on the cheek and looking at the man standing next to her grandpa. "Hi."

"Hello, sweetheart," the organizer greeted, smiling as she giggled.

"Grandpa, I want a party."

"Of course, sweetheart."

"I want lots of roses," she said excitedly.

"And we'll have lots of roses just for you," the organizer assured.

"Yay!"

"Well, Mr. George, I'll take my leave to continue supervising the final details of the decorations and table arrangements.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Thank you, Tom. I know you won't disappoint us."

The organizer nodded and turned to leave the office.

"Grandpa, what now?"

"Now we're going to see your cousin's and brother's gifts."

"Toys?" she asked excitedly, making the elder laugh because it was one of the few words she pronounced correctly.

He loved seeing the innocence in his granddaughter, a beautiful blend of her parents, though she physically resembled Elliot more, just as Howard took after Erika. Carefully, George stood up, grabbed his cane, and started walking, holding the little one's hand.

"Where are we going, sir?" At that moment, the elder looked up to see his bodyguard and babysitter, who had approached as soon as he saw him leave the office.

At first, George hadn't wanted him around, but over time he'd gotten used to his presence. Now that he was getting older and sometimes felt tired while walking, he really appreciated his company and support. "Maurice, we're going to look at the gifts for the boys."

"Understood. Should we start with Howard's or James's gift?"

"Mine!" the little girl said.

"You heard her, young man. Let's start with Howard's," George chuckled.

"I'll call and have the car brought around to the entrance," Maurice said, pulling out his phone to call the guard watching over the cars in the parking lot to get the car ready, while also taking George's arm to help him walk.

As they reached the lobby, they saw Elliot coming back to the company with a folder in hand, talking on the phone.

"Daddy!" the little one exclaimed, running to hug him.

"Yes, my love, I'm watching her," Elliot was saying into the phone. "You guys handle all the school paperwork, and I'll see you for lunch after that, okay? Love you, bye," he said, ending the call. Then he saw his little princess running toward him. "Hey, hello, my little love," he greeted, kneeling to scoop her up into his arms. "What are you doing here?"

"With Grandpa."

"Son."

"Where are you going?"

"We're off to check out the gifts for the boys," Maurice Informed.

"In that case, wait for me. I'll come with you," Elliot said, heading to the reception desk. "Chad, have those papers taken to my office and tell Fabian he's in charge, I'm going with my father to handle a few things. If anything comes up, call my cell." "Sure thing, sir," the receptionist replied, taking the papers.

With that, Elliot went with his father to look at the gifts for his son and nephew. Although, if he was honest with himself, he felt a bit envious seeing James's gift, He understood that at his age, it was the most appropriate thing they could give him.