Faux Vows, True Desires

"Lucy, would you mind giving this coat to your mom?" Nathan handed the coat to his daughter, eager for her assistance.

"Sure, Dad," Lucinda responded cheerfully, always ready to help her father.

"Stefan, would you come with me to the study for a bit?" Nathan added. "We'll wait to have dinner until Keith and Hayes return."

Hayes Brooks, for reasons unknown, hadn't returned to Pinehurst with the rest of the family and was expected back in the evening.

"Of course," Stefan replied calmly, displaying the composure Nathan admired. Stefan, his son-in-law, handled everything with a steadiness that Nathan found more reliable than his own son's approach, perhaps aided by the five-year age difference between them.

The Anderson family was renowned for their strong family values. The siblings and cousins all got along well, appearing gentle and kind-hearted, though they were quite capable and ambitious. As heirs to a wealthy family, they had learned to be formidable when necessary. As long as you didn't cross them, they were the epitome of charm and politeness. But if you did, they could turn fierce.

Stefan followed his father-in-law to the study. Nathan's meticulous nature always impressed him. They typically had their study on the second floor of the house, which wasn't the most secure, but Nathan had taken different precautions. His study was detached from the main house, with no trees or shrubs nearby, making eavesdropping nearly impossible. Loyal bodyguards patrolled the area. Inside, the study was soundproof too.

What Nathan and Stefan discussed in that study, no one knew.

Meanwhile, Lucinda brought the coat inside and persuaded her mother to put it on just as her grandparents arrived.

"Grandpa, Grandma!" Lucinda exclaimed, her inner dramatist taking over as she greeted them warmly, holding her grandmother's arm in a gesture that pleased the old woman immensely. It made her think that if she could just make it up to Lucinda, all would be forgiven.

"Sweetheart, I can manage without help," Grandma said, though she was clearly enjoying the attention.

Grandpa chuckled, "Look at you, getting all the attention! Lucy gives you a hand, but not me."

"Oh, go on, you have plenty of grandsons to help you."

"And aren't my grandsons your grandsons too?"

asked, noticing his grandson-in-law wasn't

had gone to the study, but she wasn't wrong—the

in- laws. Lucy could be affectionate with them—they were her grandparents, after all—but Janice had

was lacking, she thought. If her late in-laws were still around, she'd certainly have a word with them. Maybe next year

shoulders, essentially under the Blue family's protection, which only fueled Grandma's

Hayden and

tired he took a long nap. By the time he got up, I'd already kicked Hayden out,

turned to

a complaint. Grandpa, Grandma,

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places, causing a scene as if it's a marketplace? My father's home, the head of the family's residence, should be respected. You two

Ms. Porter, parading around like she owns the place when she's

Grandma's face was unreadable.

had been silently criticizing Janice's upbringing, and now her granddaughter was subtly blaming her and Grandpa for not

has crossed the line. I'll have a word with

too. If they can work it out, fine. If not, they should separate. All this drama

their granddaughter was no pushover. She knew how

during that commotion,

lady of the house,

Why didn't you

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Lucy to deal

elders, Grandma said, redirecting