Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 512 The Child with a Cruel Streak

Observing Cassius' apparent discomfort, Selena approached him, her hands moving to knead the tension from his shoulders and neck.

"I've learned this massage technique online, Grandpa Cassius," she informed him, her fingers diligently working to alleviate his stiffness. "It's said to be quite beneficial."

Cassius had always admired Selena's selfless nature. She was straightforward, devoid of any hidden agendas. He placed the chess piece he had been holding onto the board. "Ah, Selena," he sighed, "If only Raymond could show your level of sensibility, I would be satisfied."

Cassius had always kept a watchful eye on Raymond, understanding his temperament better than most. The young man had made quite a reputation for himself during his teenage years, not merely due to his ambitions, but also his resilience. As Selena continued her ministrations, her fingers gently pressing into the old man's skin, Cassius let out a deep sigh.

"Raymond has a bit of a temper," he confessed. "He's not one for conversation, but if provoked, there's no predicting his actions."

Selena's hands faltered, uncertain of what he meant by 'actions.'

Cassius lifted his hand, patting hers gently. "If you ever feel wronged, remember to confide in me as you did previously. That boy can be quite callous, and I fear he may have been unkind to you." "No, he hasn't," Selena assured him.

and drove away. She was waiting at a traffic light when she noticed Shelley in a taxi, her hand bandaged, with Philip accompanying her. Selena honked twice, capturing Shelley's attention. With a joyful wave, Shelley signaled for the taxi to

came to a halt, and Shelley

fell on Philip, then returned to Shelley. "What happened to

throwing tantrums, and today, she lost control-hurled a paring knife at me. Hit me right in the palm."

her uninjured hand gently, his voice soft. "Shelley, don't visit next time. She's

lifting slightly at the sight of

many stitches?"

"Five."

matter how ill-tempered, no one should resort to throwing knives. That's

discern some emotion in his eyes, but all she saw was guilt. "I shouldn't have brought Shelley to the hospital. I won't do

this isn't Philip's fault. I didn't anticipate her throwing a kitchen knife. It seems she has a grudge against me, so

for a man of lesser means? Moreover, she carried herself with such grace. Philip didn't seem oblivious - was it possible he

her arm. "It's fortunate we ran into you. Could you give Philip and me a lift? By the way, are you feeling better?" Selena nodded and opened the car doors for them. Philip stayed close to Shelley, thoughtfully shielding her head with his hand as she climbed into the