“You look terrible. I’ve always seen you as my granddaughter-in-law, but now you’re going to marry into the Blackwell family. I just can’t bear it!”
I quickly reached out and held Mr. Langston Senior’s hands.
“Mr. Langston Senior, I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”
He let out a long sigh, his cloudy eyes filled with pain and heartbreak. “It’s those two scoundrels’ fault! No matter what happens from now on, I’ll see you as my granddaughter!”
I sniffled and nodded quickly, trying my best not to cry. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a card, placing it gently on the table.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me all these years. The rest… I’ll repay them someday.”
Mr. Langston Senior instantly flared up, slamming his cane hard against the floor.
“Scoundrels! Those little punks must’ve said something to you! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
He stood up shakily and shoved the card right back into my hands.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.
Over the years, Mr. Langston Senior treated me like his own granddaughter. I couldn’t let myself hurt him, no matter what.
But when it came to matters of the heart, there was no clear right or wrong.
I hugged the old man before me tightly, the one who looked at me with nothing but love in his eyes. I promised myself I would never make him worry again.
Just then, the office door swung open.
The Langston brothers walked in with Queenie. The second they saw me, their expressions darkened.
“Yvonne! You’re here tattling to Grandpa again, aren’t you? Can’t you stop being so petty?”
“Shawn! Watch your mouth!” I snapped.
Queenie quickly shrank behind the brothers, glancing at me with her usual pitiful expression.
Nigel walked up to Mr. Langston Senior and said, “Grandpa, please don’t blame him. Lately, Yvonne’s been overly jealous because of Queenie. She even hit her.”
When Mr. Langston Senior didn’t immediately respond, Nigel continued, “Queenie’s a good girl. She may not come from money, but she’s kind. Unlike Yvonne, who’s been spoiled rotten by us.”