The Bound Between Us

Chapter 545

After a year of recuperating from her kidney transplant, Sandy had bounced back stronger than ever. She radiated health, her beauty more striking than before.

Despite her full recovery, Sandy kept a low profile. She spent her days buried in books and seeking mentorship in management, fortifying her skills. She became the brains behind her brother Sean, who had inherited the family business, the Morton Group. Sean wasn't exactly cut out for business, but as the only male heir, it was his duty to lead.

While it seemed like Sean was in charge, it was actually Sandy pulling the strings from behind the scenes. Every decision and strategy passed through her before Sean acted on it.

In just two months at the helm, Sean had made some notable strides, earning the respect of some of the company's old-timers.

Their mother, Ashley, watched her daughter with a mix of relief and pride. Her son might have been a disappointment, but her daughter was a true star, wise beyond her years.

"Sandy, why did you invite them in? They're clearly here to see your father. What if they find out..." Ashley's voice was filled with confusion and concern.

"Mom, it's only natural for them to want to see Dad. We can't turn away family at the door," Sandy gently interrupted, then turned to the housekeeper. "Mrs. Miller, could you please show them in?"

"Of course, Miss Sandy," Mrs. Miller replied, moving to welcome the guests.

at? How can you call that woman 'sister'? She doesn't deserve

here. Misunderstandings can be cleared up if we just talk it out,"

advantage of," Ashley warned, though she didn't

arrived

with a warm smile. "Sister, Aunt Salma, please have a seat. Mrs. Miller, could you serve

Mrs. Miller said, heading to prepare

by Sandy, and that hadn't changed. The term

unsettling. The Morton family had their quirks: Ashley was brash and sharp-tongued, Sean was impulsive, and their brother Tavon was selfish. But their traits were always on full display, except for Sandy. She was an enigma, her purity and grace like a lotus flower, and her demeanor,

of Anastasia

here to see Tavon, you might as well leave. Don't dirty our floors. The nerve

anger, "Ashley, watch your mouth! I stepped aside for you once, and it's because of me you set foot in this family. Tavon had a stroke; what right do you have to stop us from seeing him? Are you

to vent,

stop Ashley either, her face showing a mixture