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.

be hard on her, can you?” Leland asked, his voice careful, observing Carl

to Leland, exhaling a weary

“How could I?”

eyes. She was a living echo of her mother, Kiley, both in temperament and spirit. The bond between Corrine and him ran

brings

Leland smiled faintly.

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

the weight of years

His steps carried him toward the nearby river, as the air whispered past him,

his face

wind’s

lingered, but there was

“Yes, change is coming.”

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

leave for

over the screen as she typed a