The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 612:

Corrine froze, her gaze instinctively shifting to the board. It was as she feared—her pieces were scattered carelessly, the game lost long ago. She had been playing without any strategy, simply moving the pieces in a daze.

Corrine lowered her gaze, her voice soft as she said, “Grandpa, you’re just so good at this.”

Carl let out a gentle sigh, his voice tinged with quiet understanding.

“It’s clear your thoughts are elsewhere.”

For a fleeting moment, Corrine’s eyes shifted, but she kept her thoughts sealed behind a mask of composure.

Carl let out a light chuckle.

“If you’re preoccupied with other matters, you don’t need to stay here and entertain me.”

“Then I’ll take my leave,” Corrine replied, her tone polite yet distant. Carl waved her off nonchalantly, picking up his cup, his fingers tracing its edge as his gaze followed her retreating form. The smile on his lips slowly faded, replaced by quiet contemplation.

her, can you?”

turned to Leland, exhaling

“How could I?”

his watchful eyes. She was a living echo of her mother, Kiley, both in temperament and

brings magic

Leland smiled faintly.

special connection between grandparents and their grandchildren. You’ve always been softer with Miss

of years pressing on

murmured, rising from his seat. His steps carried him toward the nearby river, as the air whispered past him, scattering a

his face clouded by some

wind’s picking

lingered, but there was a sharpness

“Yes, change is coming.”

a mixture of anticipation and worry. She stepped into the elevator, her phone buzzing in her pocket. It was a

for something. See

fingers moved swiftly over the screen as