Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 54 Cooper Coldson Says He Doesn’t Want Children

Chapter 54: Chapter 54 Cooper Coldson Says He Doesn’t Want Children

Yolanda Greenwood clenched her chopsticks, her head bowed.

She wanted to retort, but a kind of bitter sorrow spread in her heart, making her feel nauseous.

She felt that if she opened her mouth, she would vomit right onto the dining table.

Seeing her like this, Isabella Ross became even more aggressive.

"I know a folk remedy. I had someone fetch the ingredients today; you should try it."

Of course, the remedy was fake. Tormenting Yolanda was her true intention.

Yolanda’s complexion grew increasingly worse, and she just wanted to get up and leave.

"No need," Cooper Coldson slowly spoke up, "I don’t like children."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Isabella Ross almost dropped her chopsticks.

"I’m not talking nonsense." Cooper’s face was serious. "I don’t like children and I don’t want children."

"You!" Isabella was furious.

"Really a rare sight," Christopher Coldson, who had been enjoying the spectacle, chimed in. "Our Patriarch of the Coldson Family saying he doesn’t want children. Should I make an effort then?"

He pondered, touched his chin, and smiled playfully at everyone.

"It’s not your turn yet!" Isabella Ross put down her chopsticks and stood up to leave.

Upon seeing this, Yolanda also quickly stood up and ran into the restroom.

She indeed began to vomit, and everything she had eaten that morning came right back up.

She had thought she could accept everything, especially after overhearing Isabella Ross and Cooper Coldson in the study yesterday.

But when Isabella questioned her earlier, she couldn’t control her sadness.

By the time Yolanda finally came out of the restroom, Cooper had already gone to the office, and only Christopher was left in the living room.

"Niece-in-law, are you okay?" he noticed Yolanda’s pale face.

Yolanda forced a smile, "I’m fine."

Ever since her attempted suicide, she had been severely anemic and constantly nauseated.

"That’s good to hear." Christopher rose and twirled the car keys in his hand.

"Affairs of the heart concern only two people, you and him. As for what others say or think, let them be."

He turned and walked outside, waving his hand, "Go keep the Old Master company upstairs; I’m off to enjoy myself."

It seemed he had been waiting to say goodbye to her.

In fact, sometimes Yolanda truly envied Christopher.

Well-born and doted on by family, doing whatever he wanted without a care, he lived even more freely than Cooper.

Yolanda sighed softly and then went upstairs.

She was actually a bit hungry, but she didn’t want to go to the kitchen to fix something to eat; she had to endure it.

Today, Old Master Coldson seemed noticeably better. When Yolanda entered, he had already set up his easel and paintbrushes.

"Grandpa!" Yolanda greeted him obediently.

"Yolanda, come here," the Old Master waved her over. "Take a look, do I have enough supplies, or should I send for more?"

Yolanda glanced over and smiled, "It’s more than enough, Grandpa. You have even more equipment than I do."

The Old Master scratched his head, seemingly a bit embarrassed, "Is this what they call a poor student having too many pencils?"

"Not at all," Yolanda laughed.

When she had married into the family, she knew that Old Master Coldson loved to paint, and that being a painter had even been his childhood dream.

But later, for the sake of the Coldson Family, he had decisively given it up.

Now retired and old, he had finally taken up the brush again.

Yolanda had noticed yesterday that a painting she had given to the Old Master a year ago was still framed and hanging on the wall.

Noticing Yolanda’s gaze, the Old Master also looked toward the painting.

In the painting, a whale was leaping out of the water, and under the brilliant sunlight, the water sprayed by the whale turned into a rainbow, everything looked dreamlike and fantastical.

Within the belly of the whale, a cozy little home emerged.

Under the deep blue night sky, an exquisitely beautiful little house and a romantic, picturesque yard where a family merrily gathered around a bonfire.

When Old Master Coldson first saw this painting, he was convinced that Yolanda Greenwood was not the scheming, greedy person others depicted her to be. She was a good kid.

"Grandpa, let’s start," Yolanda suggested first.

It was her first time trying to paint with her left hand, and she was somewhat nervous.

"Alright."

Old Master Coldson nodded and began to describe his dream.

His dream took place next to a lake, surrounded by a dense forest, colorful plants, trees, and even butterfly-like sprites.

Soon, Yolanda had a rough idea in her mind and got ready to start painting.

But as soon as she made her first stroke, she realized there was a problem.

Her stroke was like that of a child just learning to hold a pen, completely lacking any structure or technique.

"Grandpa," Yolanda said with a bitter smile, "it seems I can’t do it."

"Why are you in such a hurry, child?" Old Master Coldson was very calm, "Think about when you first held a pen in your right hand. Were you able to create beautiful drawings then?"

Yolanda shook her head.

"That’s it then, take it slow. Grandpa will be here with you."

Old Master Coldson quietly cheered her on.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Yolanda calmed down a bit and began to try again little by little.

Failure followed failure, but Grandpa’s encouragement time and again sparked a fighting spirit in Yolanda. She was determined to succeed.

"Yolanda," Old Master Coldson brought over a plate of snacks at some point, "have some food and rest for a while."

Yolanda was already famished, "Thank you, Grandpa."

The old and the young, they chatted while they ate.

"Grandpa, I want to go out for a while this afternoon."

Yolanda’s mind was fixed on Gemma Morgan, wanting to visit her in the hospital.

"Sure, do what you want to do, you don’t need to ask for my permission. Whenever you want to paint, just come find Grandpa."

Truth be told, Old Master Coldson kept Yolanda and Cooper Coldson here not really for painting, but to keep them from getting divorced.

Both were the apple of his eye, good children, and he truly did not want them to separate.

"Don’t worry, Grandpa, I will paint well and not let you down."

After lunch, Yolanda went to the hospital.

There, at Gemma Morgan’s hospital room door, she ran into Melissa Greenwood.

"What are you doing here again?" Melissa was full of hostility, "You’re not welcome here."

"I just want to see Eldest Aunt," Yolanda tried to remain calm, "If I can confirm she is alright, I’ll leave."

"No need for your pretense." Melissa pushed Yolanda, "Get out!"

A chill ran through Yolanda’s expression, "Melissa Greenwood, I just want to thank Eldest Aunt, I know she donated blood to me before."

"Heh..." Melissa’s tone became even worse, "Finally you know, if it weren’t for the blood donation to you, my mom wouldn’t be this weak now."

She pointed at Yolanda and shouted, "You’re a jinx, just get lost!"

"Melissa!" Suddenly, Gemma Morgan’s voice arose at the door of the hospital room. Unbeknownst to them, she had come.

Melissa quickly composed herself and rushed to support Gemma, "Mom, how did you get up?"

"What did you just say? Who did you call a jinx?" Gemma evidently heard Melissa’s earlier words.