Alfred noticed Natalie behaved oddly. He took a deep breath and stared sharply at her. “Tell me. What do you mean by that?”

“Grandpa...” Isabelle tugged at his sleeve without uttering a word.

Her anxiety caused him to narrow his eyes. “Shush!”

Isabelle shuddered and quickly buttoned her lips.

Natalie observed her reaction and swept a gaze over her. “Ms. Moore deliberately knocked into me,” she explained. “She tripped and broke the glass. Then, she asked me to clean them on my knees. Mr. Shane was just trying to stand up for me.”

Disbelief crossed his face as he listened to her. After a while, he lowered his head to look at her granddaughter. “Belle, is that so?”

In that instant, Isabelle’s face turned pale as a sheet. “Nonsense! That’s not true. Grandpa, don’t listen to her. I’m your granddaughter, trust me.” She refused to admit it.

“Very well, then. Let’s check the security footage, shall we? Mr. Moore, are you fine with that?” asked Shane while he fixed his eyes on Alfred.

Natalie nodded an agreement.

response. Suddenly, Isabelle let out a shriek like a cat on a hot tin roof.

time to tamper with the

the room that

if she is innocent. Alfred was as

her hand away, walked over to them, and bowed in

surprised by his

too. She immediately reached out to stop him. “Mr. Moore, what are you

action left her with no choice but to turn to

hard for him to reject. He rubbed his temples

I shouldn’t spoil her rotten. Leave this

on Isabelle’s face and

she refused while biting her

darker. He then thwacked her back with a cane. The sound of the cane whooshing through

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