Chapter 570

Marion strode forward, wrapping Debra protectively behind him.

"I told you, don't mess with Debra," he said coldly.

The cheerful expression vanished from Caleb's face. He set down his fork and knife and took off the scarf around his neck.

His voice carried a deep, imposing authority as he said, 'Is that how you speak to your grandfather?"

Years of privilege had left Caleb slightly stocky. His face, though etched with a few wrinkles, was still mostly smooth. His hair was a sharp contrast of white, perfectly groomed. He might have looked like a distinguished gentleman, but his eyes, like Marion's, were sharp, wild, and dangerous.

"Marion, Debra chimed in. "Caleb a didn't give me

a hard time. We were just having a meal together."

Marion's gaze fell on the plate of sandwiches. He stepped forward, picked one up, and popped it into his mouth, as if to make sure there was nothing suspicious in it.

little salty," he said, his tone

her arms, "I made

expression changed in an instant.

was just like his father, soft-hearted when it came

sandwiches. Now I'm taking her with me. Any objections?" Marion

trouble of preparing a meal for my granddaughter-in-law, and now you want to whisk her away just like that? Debra, do you want to leave?" Debra looked at Marion and said softly, "Let's

she's hungry. Where's the

before family," Caleb grumbled,

servants had already prepared a change of clothes for Caleb. In no time, he returned

outsiders, but Debra chose a seat closest to Caleb, signaling for Marion to sit beside her. He complied, though somewhat reluctantly, simply because Debra had asked

distance between them, making

back to when his son, Dwayne, was still alive, seated just like this

gone bankrupt, but we don't care about such things. I do have

first saw you." Dehra

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