Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband novel Chapter 921

Allen wasn't usually much of a talker, but today, with a few drinks under his belt, he seemed quite chatty. He grabbed Marcus firmly by the arm. "Mr. Artis, can you spill the beans on what kind of business you're in? Can Nelly live a good life with you in the future?"

Marcus wasn't usually too comfortable with strangers making physical contact with him. Cornelia was aware of that and was a little worried when she saw Allen grabbing Marcus' hand.

But Marcus' reaction surprised her. He didn't resist, instead he answered with a smile, "We have our hands in various businesses. I'll do my utmost to ensure Nelly has the life she wants."

Allen slammed the table, "Various businesses? You're not being straight with us. You're pulling our leg."

Allen's outburst was thunderous. Fearing he might wake people up, Abigail hurriedly tried to calm him down. "Mr. Artis is loaded. You don't have to worry about Nelly."

Allen brushed her hand off, "When Granny Rebecca was alive, she looked after Nelly. Now that she's gone and that despicable Robison showed up again, if we don't care about Nelly, who will?"

Even the mention of Robison made everyone in the room fume.

Tanisha said, "Granny Rebecca raised him like her own for decades. Even after he got married he was still on her payroll. Now that Granny Rebecca is dead, he doesn't even pay his respects."

Sonya said, "Just thinking about that heartless couple makes me sick. When Granny Rebecca fell ill, they didn't pitch in for her medical bills, cut ties with her, yet still wanted to hog her house. How does God let such heartless people get away?"

Roy said, "Why are you airing dirty laundry in front of Mr. Artis?"

Tanisha and Sonya realized they shouldn't have spilled these beans in front of Marcus; it wouldn't look good if it left a bad impression on him about the Stewart family.

Roy was always like this, getting drunk, talking nonsense and then passing out.

It was fine at home, but when he passed out in public, Tanisha had to haul him home. It was always a backbreaker.

"Mom, I'll carry him this time." Zack, being strong, hoisted his father onto the bed nearby.

After settling his dad, he turned to Allen, "You should hit the hay too. I'm worried you're going to pass out too, and I'll have to carry you."

"I'm not drunk, I still want to have a good talk with Mr. Artis." Allen gripped Marcus' wrist tightly, opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly started tearing up.