Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

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Grady narrowed his eyes, trying to recall something. “Wait… is that the kid you keep posting about on Instagramat

With how often Richard had been posting lately, it was hard not to notice.

Before having a grandchild, the man was the type to update his Instagram maybe once every three years.

But ever since Yvonne came along, he’d started posting with the enthusiasm of a teenage influencer. Anyone who didn’t know better might think she was his daughter, not his granddaughter.

Grady couldn’t help but chuckle at the proud expression on Richard’s face. He glanced toward the door and asked curiously, “So where is this little miracle? Didn’t bring her along for me to see?”

He genuinely wanted to know what kind of child could have turned this Richard into such a completely different person.

Richard kept claiming that being around her made him younger and happier by the day, but Grady had yet to be convinced

Richard waved the question off, a faint trace of disappointment in his eyes–but he covered it quickly. “She’s at school it’s Tuesday.”.

Not that it mattered. Even if it weren’t a school day, no one would let him take her out on his own.

Everyone around him thought he was too unreliable to babysit.

But just as that gloomy thought crossed his mind, the scent of freshly baked pastries drifted in through the window. Instantly, Richard’s mood lifted.

So what if they wouldn’t let him take her out? Yvonne still got the final say. Once this cake was done and she was in a good mood again, if she wanted to follow him around, the Holmes family wouldn’t be able to stop her.

Just imagining her running after him made Richard feel like he’d hit the jackpot in life. He couldn’t be bothered to chat anymore–he was here with a mission.

“Grady,” he said urgently, “my granddaughter’s been feeling a little down lately. I need you to make her a cake so I can cheer her up tonight.”

remembering something crucial, he quickly added, “Make it pretty–add a ribbon

aesthetic snob.”

way down here just

Richard reached for the small basket of grapes

the basket earlier–he’d been too distracted by how much Richard had changed. Now, seeing the grapes

these are gorgeous. Big, plump, and fresh as if

fruit in his lifetime than most people ever see, Grady could tell quality at a glance. He was tempted to ask which

enough to

puffed out his chest and smirked. “You can’t get these. I grew them myself. That’s the only ripe

“You? Growing

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got three vines,” Richard said with complete sincerity. “My granddaughter likes grapes,

was so much love in that one sentence it warmed the room. Anyone listening could

adorable, sweet–faced child he’d seen on Instagram, Grady suddenly

the same age. Maybe we should let

soured

was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was anyone trying to pair his Yvonne up

boy inside the circle–or

spot. “Focus on the cake. I’ve got to take it back

standing up. He gestured for someone to take the grape basket and headed toward the kitchen.

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he added one last instruction. “If there are any grapes left over, pack them back into the basket. I’ll take them

scrubbing his hands, shot him an amused look. “What, you think I’m going to

decades. I’ve had every fruit imaginable. You think I’d be