The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 211

Chapter 211 A Snowfall and a Decision

Sierra glanced out the window.

Snowflakes drifted down in thick clusters, covering the ground in a soft white blanket.

She couldn’t help but snap a picture and send it to Johnathan.

“We’re getting snow here.”

Johnathan didn’t reply right away.

She figured he was busy.

At noon, she sent him photos of the food they had prepared.

Hours passed before he finally responded.

Knowing he had his hands full, she didn’t push for conversation. Instead, she simply sent another picture in the evening.

“This is our dinner. Just letting you know! You do your thing, no need to reply.”

At that moment, Johnathan was sitting at an extravagant dining table, surrounded by family.

As the eldest grandson and the old man’s favorite, his seat was right next to Mr. Wynn.

n resentment.

Plenty of eyes were on him–some curious, some envious, some filled with hidden

His aunt was the first to break the silence.

“I heard Johnathan has a girlfriend. Why haven’t you brought her home for us to meet?”

Johnathan remained calm..

“Just having fun. If it turns into something serious, you’ll be the first to know.”

His aunt’s comment sparked more conversation.

One after another, people joined in.

“I heard Bradley published a few more papers. He’s really something.

“Of course! No one can compare to Bradley’s talent.”

letting the words wash over

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wasn’t his

name he had taken from

birth name–Sam Wynn–was one that carried

here, he would have

belonging to a powerful and

not just

family like theirs didn’t just

their empire for hundreds

idea of Johnathan’s

Even many

relatives sitting at the

he had been

years.

A Snowfall and a

was just

them were watching, waiting for

business was meant to be passed

what use was Johnathan’s academic prestige when it came

were whispers that his younger brother, Jose, was

proving himself in the business

that the family headship

no different

laced with

plays disguised

this year, Johnathan

dinner was over, Mr.

back to his room–a privilege no other

inside, the old

talk

Johnathan sat down.

Finished

me you’d return at thirty,” Mr. Wynn said, studying his grandson carefully. “Do you

Johnathan nodded.

“I do.”

everything, he was grateful

had been given the freedom to live his own

wouldn’t have had the years of freedom

Mr. Wynn finally

“That girl… I looked into her. Are you

Johnathan’s fingers twitched slightly.