Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

However, Emily had badmouthed Sophia in front of Martha, saying that Sophia. was a vixen who wouldn’t leave Arthur alone and seduced him, which instantly made Martha furious. This time, she returned to the country precisely because she heard from Emily that there was a girl who was deceiving her grandson, and she wanted to come back and set things straight.

When Arthur’s eyes swept across Emily’s guilty expression, he could already guess what she had said to Martha..

At 5.00PM in the international airport, a large private jet arrived before a luxuriously dressed old lady holding a box wrapped in black silk cloth in her hand appeared from the VIP entrance, her movements gentle and careful. Behind her, there was a line of four maids and eight bodyguards following her.

Arthur, who had been waiting at the entrance, immediately stepped up to greet her. “Grandma.”

Martha looked at her grandson with sharp and piercing eyes. “Artic, why do you look so unenergetic? Didn’t you sleep well last night?”

“I missed you so much that I couldn’t sleep well,” he explained with a smile.

“I don’t believe you at all.” Martha and her son had both married and had children at a young age. Therefore, although she was only 68 years old this year, her grandson was already grown up.

smiled while stretching out his hand to

villa. Along the way, she observed how much the country had developed. Although she was born abroad and lived outside of the country as well, she still wanted her hometown

“How homely!” She sighed.

up a house here. What do you think?” Arthur

watched him grow up since he was a child, she knew his personality and preferences well. When Arthur met

something from me?”

“No.”

it. Tell me about Miss Sophia. I want to know what kind of girl can affect my grandson as well.” Martha refused to let

an ordinary

her grandson’s reaction, she felt that

even more interested in the reason why this girl was able to

come over and talk to

be here for some time,

staff in the house had been dismissed, and her mother had started to take charge of the cooking. However, because it had been quite a while since Emma last cooked, her skills had become rusty,

“It’s all my fault. If I didn’t