In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

As an outsider, Grace didn't want to ask too much about the affairs of the Fulton family, but now there was no turning back. "I heard everything after 'rascal'." Xander burst into laughter. "You're very honest."

Grace put the soup down. "Xander, have some supper."

"Did you make this?"

"The maid did." She really was very honest.

Xander ate two spoonfuls, but he didn't have much of an appetite. He set it aside. "What do you want to ask?"

Grace stood behind him and began massaging his shoulders.

"Aunt Hestia and Uncle Raymond raised us. Apart from the Lewis family, I always thought they only had you. Then, why do they call you the 'eldest son'?"

She was exerting just the right amount of pressure, and Xander closed his eyes.

"Do you remember why my father and mother got divorced?"

"Aunt Hestia and Uncle Raymond have always liked bickering. At the time, they said it was just out of impulse."

"At their level, it's not easy to get divorced. If it hadn't been something to do with principles, then they wouldn't have stayed divorced for so many years."

Grace understood at once. He was right. The two of them hadn't remarried, even after so many years.

"Uncle Raymond had..."

said someone took advantage of him while he was drunk and that there

deep breath.

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other son is only two years younger than I am, but he's ruthless and has no morals. In the past two years, he's slowly started taking over authority at Fulton Group." No wonder he had dared to

that he was

squatted down and looked up at him.

bright, full of innocence and

that you've stumbled on it, I won't hide anything." "You should have told me long ago instead of trying to endure it alone." Grace was angry. "Aunt Hestia is like a mother to me, and you're

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been hard

him in the years that Grace was in

sorry that I couldn't share the burden with

matters shouldn't involve

and it left faint marks on Grace's soft cheek. There was tender affection in

murmured, "What

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who makes me blush, a lovely woman whose