Son-In-Law Madness - Season 2 Episode 59

Birthday

Charles bowed.

“Contact the media. Seven days later, we will announce the official approval for the land reclamation project and start it,” Donald commanded.

Charles instantly felt his blood surge with excitement.

It’s finally happening! The land reclamation project is Pollerton’s biggest project to date! Once it begins, how many people will flock over because of it? How many influential people will come to Pollerton and beg Donald for a slice of that lucrative pie?

“Train Rafe to be the manager of a small part of the project. Contact the banks and necessary organizations stringently. Don’t work with those who harbor evil intentions!”

Charles bowed once more. “Yes, Lord Campbell!”

The next day, Donald fetched Raymond from the hospital. The older male, whose complexion improved considerably, had been discharged.

They returned to an old district.

Before he had the accident, Raymond lived alone in a small apartment. Although it was not a spacious place, it was very warm and comforting.

“Don’t hold an overly lavish celebration tomorrow. Just hold it at South Bridge Restaurant. Got it?” Raymond instructed.

Donald nodded. “I got it.”

“Have you read the book The Abandoned Children Of The Campbell Clan?” Raymond asked as he smiled.

Donald replied, “I have. The writing is not bad.”

No displeasure could be detected on Raymond’s face. “Jack’s writing skills are decent. What a pity that he’s chosen to use it in the wrong place,” he remarked.

“Do you regret that the Dragon Fide Villa could not be built?” Donald asked softly.

“It would be a lie if I say I didn’t. I put in so much effort and took a gamble in hopes of making our family become an elite aristocratic family. However, I’ve failed.” Raymond sighed.

“I will continue the construction,” Donald said.

Raymond instantly shook his head. “You better not do so. We can’t win the Campbell clan.”

Donald murmured to himself, “Really?”

On the third of April, Raymond’s eightieth birthday celebration officially started.

Donald reserved a huge hall in South Bridge Restaurant. The hall could hold thirty tables worth of people. The expenditure for each table was around one thousand. It was a common price.

At eight in the morning, Donald brought Raymond to the hall and waited for the guests to arrive.

What they did not expect was that guests would already start to stream in at nine in the morning.

The first to arrive was Raymond’s biological son and Donald’s biological uncle, Michael. He arrived at the venue along with his immediate family.

Michael was around fifty years old and was rather well-kempt. His wife, Michelle Zerada, trailed after him. Behind them stood a female and a male. The man wore earphones and dressed up stylishly. The lady had an impeccable figure, and she hummed a hip-hop tune.

The man was none other than Raymond’s other grandson, Derrick. He was Donald’s cousin and was older than him by a month.

“Dad. I wish you a happy birthday.” Michael’s tone was neither warm nor cold. He handed a gift to Raymond before sitting in a corner silently.

Michelle glanced at Raymond in disdain before coldly snorting, not saying a word.

Donald’s face remained cold and expressionless.

When his grandfather fell ill and urgently needed money for medical fees, he called them for help but was harshly rejected.

Raymond’s two properties worth five million had also been snatched by Michael and his family.

Furthermore, when Raymond underwent surgery and was discharged, Michael and his family did not visit him. They had not even called him once.

What kind of son is he?

“Derrick. Come over and let me take a look at you.” Raymond smiled and beckoned Derrick over.

Derrick rolled his eyes and hummed while shaking his head. He ignored Raymond and talked merrily with the girl beside him.

Raymond was not angry.

However, Donald could not control his anger. “Are you deaf?” he growled.

When he said that, Michael and Michelle immediately shot sharp glances at Donald.

It was especially so for Michelle. “What are you saying?” She spat, “You’re merely an uncultured orphan!”