Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 279 - 278 The tea-spirited Puppy, winning over the Hugh Family

Chapter 279: 278 The tea-spirited Puppy, winning over the Hugh Family

Living Room

Faced with Grandma and Mother’s suspicious, confused, and scrutinizing gazes, Hannah felt her scalp tighten, "Grandma, I really didn’t bully him."

But then...

Isaac Shea walked in with two suitcases.

He was not particularly short, just slender, and with a face that looked younger than his actual age. Carrying the two massive suitcases made it seem as if his arms were about to break.

Old Lady Hugh snorted lightly, "This is what you call ’not bullying him’?"

"I..."

Hannah was at a total loss for words.

Isaac Shea, on the other hand, greeted her politely, "Hello, Grandma Hugh."

He then looked at Yumi, "Hello, Auntie."

"I’m Isaac Shea, nice to meet you for the first time. I haven’t prepared any gifts for you, which is quite rude of me."

"Don’t blame Hannah, she didn’t bully me, everything was my voluntary choice."

Isaac set the suitcases aside and glanced at the empty coffee table, "Just a moment, I’ll brew some tea for you."

Saying this, he washed his hands and went to the kitchen to get busy.

Fanta climbed out of its hiding spot at the sight of Isaac Shea and followed him around, begging for something to eat.

"There you go, have some freeze-dried snacks for now. I’ll make you some food later," Isaac said to the Fanta at his feet. The little one was somewhat displeased, but hearing about freeze-dried treats, it still meowed excitedly.

"And you dare say you didn’t bully anyone; this young man looks so honest at first sight," Old Lady Hugh snorted lightly.

Hannah responded dumbfoundedly, "Grandma, what do you mean? Him? Honest?"

"And what about me? Not honest?"

Old Lady Hugh frowned, "With your personality, you couldn’t be further from honest."

"..."

Hannah had no idea that Grandma and Mother would come over directly.

Earlier, when they talked on the phone, she said she would find the right time to bring Isaac Shea home to meet them.

"Where did you find this unlucky kid?"

"Grandma—"

"Look at him, he knows we haven’t had any water and goes to make tea. It shows that this young man is decent, unlike you, who knows nothing but to upset me repeatedly, and on top of that, you kept such a big thing as having a boyfriend a secret."

"I told you, I was cohabiting with a guy, he got upset, and I had to chase after him."

Old Lady Hugh coldly snorted, "Listen to yourself, ’he got upset,’ and you still claim you didn’t bully him?"

"I..."

Hannah was so frustrated she wanted to stamp her feet!

Yumi kept observing him.

There was liveliness in her eyes; he seemed quite acceptable.

It was obvious he was no stranger to cooking.

He was making fruit tea—it was clear from his professional way of cutting fruit that this wasn’t just for show or a spur-of-the-moment effort.

When she learned that he was the only son of the Sealand Shea Family, her heart started pounding.

Her daughter was naturally headstrong and straightforward—if she met someone spoiled and arrogant, love might be sweet in the beginning, but after marriage, surely conflicts would arise.

"Mom, stop staring," frowned Hannah, worried her mother might frighten him away.

"What? We can’t even look at him after you secretly cohabited without our knowledge?"

"I didn’t hide it—you didn’t believe me when I said."

"You always talk nonsense—you even say you’d marry someone off the street at random. With all the nonsense you spout, how would I know what’s true and what’s mere talk?"

Yumi withdrew her gaze and looked at her daughter, speaking in a hushed tone, "Do you know he’s from the Shea Family?"

Hannah shook her head.

"So, how did you two meet?"

"..."

Hannah was rendered speechless.

She certainly couldn’t say that they’d picked each other up at a bar.

Grandma would probably kill her!

At this moment, Isaac Shea came out holding the fruit tea, having also prepared some mung bean cakes. While pouring the tea, he said, "Grandma Hugh, I had no idea you were visiting today and I’m not sure if you can have sugar. Unfortunately, there are no sugar-free cakes at home."

"It’s nothing," Old Lady Hugh sized him up.

He was indeed very handsome.

Where had Hannah found such a treasure?

"Drinking fruit tea in the winter is better, it’s good for your health," Isaac Shea poured another cup for Yumi Johnson.

Lastly, he poured one for Hannah Johnson.

Obedient and considerate.

Isaac Shea was not as cold and aloof as William Hale was; his face was very likable, and when those tea-colored eyes smiled, they carried an innocent harmlessness akin to a puppy.

He had always been good at charming the older generation.

Seeing this, both Old Lady Hugh and Yumi Johnson felt satisfied at heart.

However, turning to look at Hannah, who already had a strong presence and sat there looking quite like a female bandit,

the Old Lady massaged her temples and smiled as she beckoned Isaac Shea to sit, "Your surname is Shea?"

"You can call me Little Shea or Isaac," he replied.

"So how did you and our Hannah meet?"

Hannah’s mind was blaring alarms as she kept giving Isaac Shea signals, leading the Old Lady to frown, "Hannah, do your eyes hurt?"

"No."

"Then stop making faces."

"..."

Isaac Shea just laughed, "Hannah and I had a few chance encounters before, and I was smitten with her at first sight. Since I went to the same school as Simon, I happened to visit the Hale Family and met her again, which made us get to know each other better."

"Is that so, you’re friends with Simon?"

"Yup."

"No wonder you’re so outstanding."

Hannah was speechless.

Her grandmother was all smiles and charm with him, but why did she always come out swinging with her own granddaughter?

Since they’d met, she hadn’t even offered a single smile.

Yet she was beaming at Isaac Shea.

"Grandma," Hannah propped her cheek with her hand, "Isaac Shea isn’t the grandson you lost outside, is he?"

"You girl..."

The Old Lady, gritting her teeth, wanted to spank her for talking nonsense.

Isaac Shea just laughed, "If Grandma is willing, you can treat me as your grandson, and if you don’t mind, I can come to visit you often."

The Old Lady was lost for words, "Listen to this, now that’s a good child."

"Unlike you, always so busy every day."

"You even keep your love life a secret."

"My work is quite relaxed, and Hannah is indeed very busy," Isaac Shea explained for her. "Moreover, we haven’t been dating long, and I’ve been pretty busy with school lately, and didn’t have time to prepare for meeting the parents, afraid of being impolite."

"Not to mention, we should have been the ones to visit you, and yet in this cold weather, we had you come out."

"So please don’t blame her, it’s all my fault."

Isaac Shea took all the responsibility upon himself.

The image of an understanding and considerate puppy was instantly erected in the minds of both the Old Lady and Yumi Johnson.

Plus, they knew their own child too well.

They felt even more so:

This child must have suffered a lot while being with Hannah.

"Does Hannah bully you usually?" the Old Lady asked directly.

"I like her, so I like everything about her. Everything is by my own willing choice, so it can’t be considered bullying."

The Old Lady nodded repeatedly.

This child was truly excellent.

She was just curious; with such a character, how did he manage to handle her granddaughter?

Before this, she had always thought her granddaughter would end up with someone with a steady character, even more dominant to hold her down. But this child in front of her didn’t seem to have an ounce of dominance about him.

Hannah frowned:

This kid’s way of speaking, why is it so tea-stained?