Chapter 612:

Carrie hesitated for a heartbeat but followed him. Sliding into the car, she found herself suddenly aware of the quiet that settled between them. Daxton climbed in after her, shutting the door with a soft click.

For a moment, neither spoke. Finally, Daxton broke the silence.

“Carrie, did you know your grandfather is Josh Morrison?”

Her head snapped toward him, disbelief etched across her face. “Josh Morrison? Are you certain? That’s… impossible. How could my grandfather be him?” Her voice trembled slightly. Josh Morrison—the Morrison family’s piano prodigy—had died tragically young.

Daxton leaned back slightly, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. “I realized it when I attended your grandmother’s funeral. His tombstone confirmed it. Your grandfather was not just any Morrison—he was the Mr. Morrison I have been searching for all this time.”

with the revelation. “Josh Morrison…” she murmured,

grandmother’s deep knowledge of Josh’s compositions. The antique piano at home—its sound so rich and pure, unlike anything modern instruments could replicate. She had always thought it was just a

a picture of Mr. Morrison from his family archives.” He handed her the fragile photo,

The young man in the picture, barely in his teens, was undeniably her late grandfather. His features were softer, more

small town and gave up his studies abroad, his inheritance, and even his position as heir to the

furious. In his anger, he declared his son dead to the world. But after Mr. Morrison’s father passed away, the current head of the family—your grandfather’s brother—regretted the estrangement. He asked me to find Mr. Morrison. He believed that even

are not alone, Carrie. You have got a family—a history. And now that I have found

here in a private jet—all for her. And yet, there

the still air. She

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