Chapter 427

Grace could feel Effie's gaze lingering on her, and she frowned in displeasure. "Hello, and you are?"

Lyman stepped in. "This is my wife, Effie."

Effie nodded politely. "Nice to meet you."

Grace gave a slight nod in return, her tone tinged with quiet pride. "Hello, I'm Grace McCloud. My name comes from an old poem-'Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love..""

Grace McCloud? Another McCloud... Effie suddenly recalled how Annabel McCloud had once introduced herself with a similarly poetic touch. A memory surfaced: Annabel, at some point, had taken a phone call and shouted angrily, "Grace, are you an idiot?" Effie hadn't listened closely-she found eavesdropping rude—so she'd only caught the beginning before walking away. But now, it seemed clear: Annabel and Grace must be sisters.

"Are you Annabel's sister?" Effie blurted.

Grace's expression changed at the mention of Annabel. She glanced at Lyman, suddenly realizing that he must've already introduced Annabel to Effie.

"What brings you back? Weren't you and Clay living abroad?" Effie asked.

smiled softly at Lyman, her tone gentle. "I missed home. Missed

of his name, Andie suddenly piped up, "Daddy...

of embarrassment crossed Grace's eyes. She reached out to Andie, coaxing, "Come here, sweetheart. Let

deeper into Effie's arms, clinging stubbornly

brow furrowed

as young as Andie, it was

BUT

especially his mother. Why, then, would he rather stay with someone who

to Effie, her voice gentle but firm. "Thank you for looking

to pull Andie away. But Andie whimpered in pain at her grip,

was painfully clear: Andie clung to his father

She scolded, "Andie, you're

child pressed against her shoulder. She'd always assumed Andie

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