Chapter 319 All the Whitmans Are Great Actors

Harold was downstairs, sitting upright, feeling somewhat out of his element when it came to dealing with the romantic issues of the younger generation. Chloe lowered her gaze and softly replied, "Yes, Grandpa?" "Don't worry. I assure you that Xavia will never appear in front of you again. You and Joseph should focus on living your lives well," Harold assured her. She widened her eyes in surprise. "Grandpa..." Having been a soldier all his life, Harold's face had been weathered by the sun, darkened to a deep tan. Being looked at like this, he blushed uncomfortably as he continued, "That's settled then. The cat of a comrade of mine gave birth at home, so I need to go and take a look. Goodbye." Despite it being an accident, it was undeniable that Joseph had made a mistake, leaving Harold in the awkward position of having to come to his defense. The level of embarrassment he felt at that moment was unparalleled by whatever else had happened his entire life. Chloe called out to him, "