Chapter 60 I'll Never Donate My Blood

This was an open provocation. Evelyn's expression turned ugly. The emerald necklace was dazzling. Each stone was exquisitely cut, looking crystal clear and flawless. It was a very nice necklace, and Emily loved it. However, she noticed Evelyn's low mood and, without making a big show about it, instructed Wilmot to put it away. Then, she shot Hugo a glare. "I'm too old for all these gifts, young man. What I want is for you and Evelyn to give me a great-grandchild. Only then will I be satisfied." Hugo smirked. "Sure. I'll do my best to meet your request." Sensing his attempt to brush off the matter again, Emily sighed. Hugo was a good man in every way, except for the fact that he had the emotional range of a teaspoon and had no idea how to coax Evelyn. She wondered if she would live long enough to see her great-grandchild. Inside the main banquet hall was a large painting of Emily hanging from the 40-foot ceiling. The painting was signed off by Andrew Grant, the late patriarch of t