When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 73: Waiting for Her to Slowly Walk to His Side

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Waiting for Her to Slowly Walk to His Side

Luna Axton already had an idea in mind. She lowered her head and voiced it cautiously,

"I want to set the record straight. I want to personally write out the truth of what really happened."

Confronting the slanderers, arguing with the keyboard warriors.

This sort of thing required immense mental fortitude.

The outcome of online harassment was rarely good.

There were countless examples. Even if the victims’ names were eventually cleared, they were still left with emotional scars.

She knew how much Blaze valued Lucky.

She worried that for the sake of their child, Blaze would disregard her feelings and use an iron fist to make the problem disappear.

Even though she knew Blaze might not agree, she still shared her thoughts.

"Okay." He would support anything Luna wanted to do. "This matter has wide-reaching implications. I’ll explain everything to you one by one after we get home."

Hearing this, Luna Axton’s head snapped up, and she stared blankly at Blaze Fairchild.

This feeling of being respected was as grounding as her feet touching solid earth after being suspended in the air.

She felt a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Fairchild."

Mr. Fairchild.

A smile touched Blaze Fairchild’s lips. ’This form of address... why did I forget to include it in our agreement?’

’Regret is useless. I’ll just have to wait for the next opportunity.’

Blaze Fairchild said nothing, simply enveloping her hand in his larger one, the pad of his thumb gently rubbing her fingernails.

The ticklish sensation felt as if it were scraping across the tip of her heart.

Luna was still young; she would always need someone to guide and protect her as she grew.

Fortunately, that person was him, her legal husband.

He had a lifetime to love her, to wait for her to discover his love, to wait for her to slowly come to his side.

The car had just entered Fairchild Estate when the butler came to greet them. "Sir, your grandfather asked you to go see him as soon as you returned."

"Alright," Blaze Fairchild replied calmly.

But Luna Axton’s heart sank. ’The butler stopped Blaze here... Does Grandpa Fairchild already know about this?’

’Will Grandpa Fairchild believe all those negative comments and be disappointed in me?’

’Grandpa Fairchild has been so good to me. I don’t want to disappoint him.’

She forced a casual, unconcerned expression. "I’ll go to Crimson Hall to check on Mom, then head back to Lakeside Manor to wait for you."

She had called Grant on the way back, but she was still a little worried.

’The online harassment, on top of her own daughter hiding it from her... Mom must be in so much pain.’

No mother could watch her daughter be bullied and forced to bow to life’s hardships without being deeply affected.

"Young Madam, Mrs. Axton is also at Pinehurst Estate," Uncle Foster said with a polite smile. "The master just acquired a painting and asked Mrs. Axton to appraise it."

’Mom can appraise paintings?’

Luna Axton had never seen her mother involved in any artistic pursuits related to painting or calligraphy brushes.

’Still, it’s good that Mom and Grandpa Fairchild can find things to do at home to pass the time together.’

Blaze Fairchild knew what she was worried about. He put an arm around her waist and said softly, "Let’s go together."

"Okay." Luna Axton matched her steps to Blaze’s, but her fingers uncontrollably picked at a loose piece of skin on her thumb.

’Do Grandpa Fairchild and Mom already know? How am I going to handle this?’

The snow on the bluestone path had been swept to the sides. The weather gets intensely cold when the snow melts, leaving the ground damp and slick.

Even though she was wearing a thick, ankle-length coat, the chill still crept up from her ankles and spread throughout her body.

She didn’t say a word, but Blaze Fairchild still sensed her slowing pace.

He glanced down and saw that the tip of her nose was slightly red from the cold. "Uncle Foster, have Mrs. Creed bring a set of loungewear for the Young Madam."

After speaking, Blaze Fairchild quickened his pace. "We’ll be at Grandpa’s place soon. He has a fire going in his room; it’s warm."

"Okay," Luna Axton replied obediently, her heart stirring.

’Blaze is so considerate.’

Uncle Foster’s gaze fell on the Young Madam’s feet, and only then did he notice she was still wearing flats. They looked nice, but they weren’t warm at all.

He had been in such a hurry to find his master that he had stopped the car at the main gate of Fairchild Estate. Otherwise, the car could have driven the Young Madam directly back to Lakeside Manor.

He hadn’t considered that the Young Madam would be cold in her attire. It was his oversight.

Feeling guilty for this dereliction of duty, Uncle Foster immediately called Mrs. Creed.

Pinehurst Estate.

Jenna Axton and Julian Fairchild stood before a large, unrolled scroll.

After a period of treatment with traditional Chinese medicine, Jenna Axton’s overall condition had improved significantly.

She was now completely out of her wheelchair and could walk independently.

Her complexion was rosy, and she looked to be in good spirits.

The passage of time had only enhanced her noble and elegant air.

As she discussed the master’s posthumous work before them with Julian Fairchild, her words flowed endlessly.

After she confirmed its authenticity, Julian Fairchild said he planned to send it to Theodore Frost.

Jenna Axton said, "My father used to talk about this painting all the time. If you really give it to him, he’ll probably drop everything at work to come have a drink with you."

"I’m not drinking with him. At his age, I’d be afraid of your brothers chewing me out," Julian Fairchild joked.

When you get old, there’s nothing better than living a life free of illness and pain.

Taking care of your own body, not getting sick, and staying out of the hospital was also a way of not burdening your children.

"They wouldn’t. My brothers know how close you two are."

Just as they were speaking, Luna Axton and Blaze Fairchild returned.

"Why are you back so soon?"

Julian Fairchild had wanted to see his grandson, but they had barely been gone for any time at all before returning.

"Did that rascal Wyatt get into trouble again?"

That boy from the Kingston Family had a rebellious streak a mile wide. He was tough as nails, a resilience beaten into him by his father’s golden bamboo stick.

But a golden bamboo stick doesn’t guarantee a filial son, and Wyatt Kingston loved nothing more than to go head-to-head with his old man.

"No, something just came up that we had to deal with." Blaze Fairchild dodged the question. "Grandpa, you wanted to see me? What is it?"

"Oh, the kitchen simmered some soup. I called you over to have some."

Jenna Axton stood silently to the side, sensing the underlying meaning. The soup was just an excuse; there was clearly something they needed to discuss.

She tactfully said, "Mr. Fairchild, I’ll be heading back now."

"Mom, wait a moment. Luna will change and go with you," Blaze Fairchild said.

He didn’t know what his grandfather wanted to talk about, and since Luna was worried about her mother, it was better to let her go to Crimson Hall. After he finished talking with his grandfather, he could go pick her up and take her back to Lakeside Manor.

Luna Axton immediately chimed in, "Mom, my ankles got cold on the way back, and I still haven’t warmed up. I’m craving your sweet potato and ginger soup."

But Jenna Axton was an incredibly intelligent and perceptive woman.

She had been doted on by her brothers growing up, and later, she had raised Luna alone, experiencing all facets of the world.

How could she not see that they were deliberately trying to hide something from her?

Mrs. Creed delivered the clothes quickly. After changing into a loose, fluffy loungewear set, complete with a rabbit-ear hood, Luna Axton linked arms with Jenna Axton and headed back to Crimson Hall.

Once they were gone, Julian Fairchild dismissed all the servants.

Julian Fairchild’s face darkened, losing its earlier warmth and kindness.

"What is all this business on the internet?"

Blaze Fairchild’s brow twitched.

He said, "Grandpa, you like Luna. You just need to remember that she is the Luna you know, not the Luna from the internet."