You, Me And Our Genus Twins

You, Me And Our Genius Twins Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Stand Up

Madeline was about to reply, but Sebastian stopped her. He took one step forward and guarded Madeline. A smile curled his lips as he looked at Robert coolly. “Well, well, well. Nerve thought someone would call my wife a mannerless, disrespectful b*stard right in front of me. That’s quite cultured and courteous of you, Mr. Wendel. Oh, I’m Sebastian. Sebastian Hart.”

Robert was shocked. “Sebastian Hart?” He didn’t know Sebastian, but he had heard that name before.

He was Philip’s only son and the only heir to the Harts. He was the most powerful man in the Hart Family and was a business genius that dominated the business world. He looked at Madeline, then at Sebastian. “Y-You are…”

Jonathan quickly went up to Robert and introduced, “Oh, I forgot to introduce him, Grandpa. Maddie is Sebastian’s wife now, and her boys are his sons.” Too many things were happening at once that night. Then, his grandparents had arrived without notifying them, and they went into interrogation mode the moment they came in. Thus, Sebastian slipped their minds in the heat of the moment.

Robert was dumbfounded. If Madeline was just a poor girl without anyone backing her up, nothing would happen if he yelled at her, but no. She was Sebastian’s wife. Even if she was raised by the Wendels, they couldn’t yell at her whenever they wanted after she got married. After all, she would have her husband’s side to back her up, and if her husband’s side of the family wouldn’t let her get insulted, not even her own family could insult her. Naturally, Sebastian wouldn’t let her get insulted.

Robert was put in an awkward situation. His face kept twitching, but he could say nothing.

Jonathan quickly stepped up and smiled at Sebastian. “Sebastian, my grandfather had a slip of the tongue in all this confusion. We’re all family here, so I think Maddie won’t mind, right Maddie?” He looked at Madeline. Jonathan liked Madeline. She was incredibly gorgeous, but not seductively so. She

seemed pure and innocent, relaxed and easygoing. He hadn’t talked to her much, but no matter where and when, she’d always be calm and confident. He admired that part of her, and she was obviously more agreeable than Sebastian was. Convincing her to let things slide was easier than convincing Sebastian.

Jonathan was looking at her, but Sebastian stepped in and kept her from talking. He cocked his eyebrow at Jonathan and said, “So you’re saying that your grandfather is a bully? If my wife is just a regular woman, he can yell at her however he wants to? Now that he knows she’s my wife, it becomes a slip of the tongue?”

Jonathan wanted to bullsh*t his way out of this, but Sebasitan wouldn’t let him, and Jonathan shut up. He opened his mouth, but he could find no excuse to weasel his way out.

Robert’s face paled with anger, but he couldn’t find any comeback either. After all, Sebastian spoke the truth. He knew Madeline and was clear about how she grew up. All he had for her was disdain, so he had yelled at her without caring if he was right or wrong.

After all, she was his granddaughter, and he could yell at her if she angered him. Nobody could chastise him for that, but he never thought she was Sebastian’s wife. Now that she had someone backing her, he couldn’t yell at her whenever he wanted to. To make things worse, Sebastian kept backing him into a corner.

Harriet noticed his dilemma, and she stepped in. She smiled gently at Sebastian, saying, “So you’re Madeline’s husband! That makes you family. Oh, you should have introduced him to us, Maddie. He’s such a charmer. We’re happy that you found yourself a good partner.”

“Oh, I’ll get back to you later.” Sebastian glanced at Harriet and set her aside, then he went back to Robert. “Mr. Wendel, you insulted my wife for no reason. I think an apology is in order.”

Robert almost blacked out from fury. I’m an old man, and she’s my granddaughter. You want me to apologize to a young girl like that? Does he have no idea how our society works?

His father was looking bad and might pass out at any time, so Michael had to stand up. His wife just got out of the operating theater, and he did not want to send his father in next. He heaved a sigh and walked up to Sebastian. “It’s all a big misunderstanding. A lot has happened today, and tensions are running high, so people get a bit short-tempered. They don’t mean it. It’s really late now, so get some rest and we’ll talk tomorrow.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Sebastian didn’t want to rest. His wife was called a mannerless b*stard, and the man who insulted her showed no signs of apology. I will not rest. My family has been everywhere in this nation, and none of us have been insulted this way, not even the servants. He called my wife a b*stard and thinks he can sleep it away. In his dreams. No pun intended.

He snickered and put his hand in his pocket. “So you’re saying that anyone from your family can insult my wife whenever they’re angry then?”

“That’s not what I meant.” Michael felt awkward, and he was having a headache. “I’m just saying that it’s late, and the boys can’t sleep well in their arms. Let’s get some rest and talk about it tomorrow.”

Aldo couldn’t hold on anymore, so he had fallen asleep on the way back. Sebastian and Madeline were each holding one when they got out of the car. They were just talking to Michael and his family and were about to retire for the night when Robert and Harriet barged in.

When the argument started, they handed the boys to Weylam and Desmond for fear that they might be woken up from the noise. Weylam and Desmond stood far away from the battlefield, but they were not out of sight. The boys slept well in their arms, and they didn’t even stir despite how bad the argument got.

“Mr. Wendel.” Sebastian looked at the boys. Since they were sound asleep, he could rest easy, and he said coldly, “We know what happened here, so drop the pretense. If someone insults my wife, then they have to apologize. Even a kid knows how to say sorry when he or she did something wrong. Don’t tell me your own father doesn’t know that.”