Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 632: Lure the Tiger Away from the Mountain (1)_1

Staring at Glades Horne's retreating back for a while, Julia Bluen still got out of bed, put on her clothes, and turned her head to look outside the window. The sun had already shifted toward the west, indicating that evening was approaching. The temperature at this time of day wasn't as high as at noon, and there was a bit of a breeze.

"The little guy doesn't want to sleep anymore." Glades Horne gently rocked his son in his arms, but Ivan looked at him, very alert.

How could one possibly sleep twenty-four hours a day? Julia complained in her heart.

She wanted to take the child outside for a walk.

Perhaps it was telepathy, but just as she thought this, Glades Horne said, "Let's go outside for a walk." Then, he laid the baby back on the bed, got her a pair of sunglasses to wear, and put on a pair of plain glasses himself to hide the sharpness in his eyes.

"I don't like wearing these things." Everything always looked so dark through them.

"If you want to have a peaceful walk, like an ordinary person, you have to cover up a bit. The media is always watching us," Glades Horne explained patiently.

The Horne family had always been under media scrutiny, especially after the incident with Pheobe Rogers. The paparazzi were even more vigilant, and on several occasions, he had seen reporters skulking around outside the villa.

He didn't want his precious son to be caught on camera just yet.

He wanted to enjoy the sweetness of being a family of three.

Their little home... they hadn't returned to it in a long time.

Julia said nothing more, resigned to wearing the dark sunglasses. She then let down her hair, which had been tied in a ponytail, changed into a very ordinary outfit, and put on flat silver-white shoes. Aside from her strikingly pretty face, she didn't look at all like a lady of a prestigious family.

Glades Horne also took off his formal and serious suit and changed into simple casual wear. Wearing glasses, he had the appearance of a scholar.

After dressing up, he carried the child out of the room. Julia followed behind him. After a few steps, he stopped and waited for Julia to catch up. Then, taking Julia's hand in one of his and holding his son in his other arm, they continued downstairs.

Downstairs, Gian Horne had just returned from somewhere.

After the ordeal with Pheobe Rogers, Gian Horne no longer had his energetic demeanor; he had aged a decade in an instant. His face no longer bore smiles, only remorse and deep regret.

He was desperately trying to please everyone, especially Mila Anderson. He had completely set aside his pride and was ingratiating himself with Mila, like a servant.

He knew he was wrong.

He knew he had harmed two women.

Whether toward Mila Anderson or Pheobe Rogers, he was at fault.

The outcome for Pheobe Rogers was largely his doing.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he reflexively looked up and saw Glades Horne and his wife coming down the stairs with their son. He immediately put on an affectionate and ingratiating smile. The wrinkles on his face were evident as he smiled. Normally looking like he was in his mid-forties, at that moment, he seemed like a sixty-year-old.

"Glades, you're back." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Upon seeing Glades Horne holding Ivan Horne, he approached with a smile and said cheerfully, "Ivan, come, let grandpa hold you," and stretched out his arms to take Ivan Horne from Glades.

"It's not necessary. I'm taking him outside for a walk," Glades Horne coldly refused his father's offer, shifting aside and brushing past him, leaving only cold indifference for his smiling father.

Gian Horne's outstretched hands remained frozen in mid-air.

Julia merely nodded at him without saying anything and passed by.

Glades Horne descended the stairs, with two nannies quickly approaching. He stopped them from attempting to take Ivan from his arms and said in a deep voice, "Look after Jimmy. Julia and I are going to take Ivan for a walk." Holding his son, he then walked over to the rolling bassinet, laid his son down, and pushed the bassinet toward the outside of the house.

"Glades…"

Gian Horne retracted his hands, which had been suspended in mid-air. He turned. All he could see was his son's robust figure disappearing from view as he exited the house. That familiar figure now felt so alien, exuding an unapproachable distance.

He hurriedly followed them out of the Main House, standing at the doorway, watching his son, daughter-in-law, and grandson leave the villa. Their intimacy and deep affection were unmistakable, pure and untainted.

Seeing Glades Horne's genuine affection for Julia Bluen, it was difficult for anyone to label Gian Horne as an irresponsible man. After all, how could a father be truly irresponsible when his son was so devoted?

Mila Anderson's car had just returned.

Seeing the family of three, she stopped the car, rolled down the window as if to say something to them, quickly rolled it back up, and then drove into the villa.

His own wife, his son, and his daughter-in-law—they would all stop and exchange a few words with him. But their attitude towards him was now completely different.

Gian Horne felt extremely unpleasant inside.

But wasn't all of this a result of his own doing?

He was the one who hurt them first, leading them from disappointment to despair.

Even though he now knew his mistakes, how could he make up for thirty years of wrongdoing with a simple, "I know I was wrong"?

He walked quickly towards the garage, where Mila Anderson was just getting out of her car, holding a heavy bag filled with management books.

"Mila, what's that? It looks very heavy. Let me carry it for you," Gian Horne said with a warm smile, reaching out to take the bag from Mila Anderson.

Mila Anderson waved his hand away, not even sparing him a glance. "No need, thanks," she said coldly, then walked past him into the house.

Although Pheobe Rogers was imprisoned, the fear from her deranged revenge still lingered with Mila. Thank goodness her grandson was safe. If anything had happened to him, she would have strangled Pheobe Rogers herself. That woman had stolen her husband thirty years ago. Thirty years later, she had dared to harm her grandson!

The root of all this evil was the man standing before her.

Seeing him now, she simply couldn't understand how she could have been so madly and devotedly in love with him all those years ago.