The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 635

Weston's eyes widened in disbelief, his glare sharp and unkind as he stared down the elderly gentleman standing beside Nathanael. “Grandfather? Are you kidding me? I'm right here! What makes this old man think he's Citrine's grandfather?"

He could have understood if it were Inez or Herschel, but this stranger? He'd never even seen the man before, didn't have the faintest clue where he'd sprung from-yet the moment he appeared, he was claiming to be Citrine's grandfather.

Weston was her real grandfather, her only grandfather by blood. And to make matters worse, Citrine had never even called him Grandpa. Hmph. What right did this old codger have?

Trying to steal his granddaughter? Over his dead body.

Nathanael almost forgot, for a split second, that Weston Carmichael was the chairman's true grandfather. He shot an awkward glance at Ogden, standing

nearby.

Ogden's expression was stone-cold, his silence icy and foreboding, like the calm before a storm.

Nathanael knew better than to provoke either of these titans.

The tension in the room was so thick it was suffocating, as if the air itself had frozen.

Nathanael's gaze darted nervously between the two men, painfully aware of the awkwardness.

He swallowed hard and attempted a weak smile, fumbling for an explanation. "Mr. Ogden and the chairman have known each other for a very long time. She's always... held him in high regard—”

him off before he could finish. "Nathanael, there's no need to explain

cold laugh. “I should have insisted that Citrine come live with me in Crestwood from the start. I

voice. He couldn't believe it-he'd only been out of the country for a short while, and in his absence, his precious granddaughter had nearly lost

possibly understand the pain he felt

a private jet,

Carmichaels, already wracked with guilt over

their

protest Ogden seeing Citrine, but Raymond grabbed

Ogden alone into

just about to rest when she heard someone enter. Assuming

close the

some sleep."

she'd never been wounded

had never seen Citrine so frail;

turned

before anyone could

frightened he'd been when Nathanael told him to brace

not by blood, but their

motioned for Nathanael

by the bedside,