The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 12

Chapter 12:

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Nate lowered his head, masking the weight of sincerity in his eyes.

“Great—consider it settled then. She’s destined to be your granddaughter. There’s no turning back from this path now.”

“My judgment has never steered me wrong,” Evelyn declared with unwavering confidence.

“Though I must say, you have your work cut out for you. That young woman seems remarkably unimpressed by your charms.”

This observation struck at the heart of Nate’s frustration. Throughout his life, his status and accomplishments had drawn countless women to his side. Yet Corrine remained unmoved, her indifference challenging everything he thought he knew about his appeal.

Nate met his grandmother’s knowing gaze.

“Perhaps you could share some wisdom on this matter?”

“Winning her heart requires absolute authenticity,” Evelyn counseled, her tone carrying newfound gravity.

“Show humility, take initiative, demonstrate thoughtfulness. Above all else, remain steadfast in your dedication. If you ever cause her pain, you’ll answer to me.”

A genuine laugh escaped Nate’s lips.

“She hasn’t even joined the family, and already you’ve chosen sides?”

“The more I observe that girl, the more she endears herself to me,” Evelyn mused, picturing Corrine’s gentle demeanor. Warmth suffused her features until she noticed Nate rising.

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“Where are you headed?”

Nate’s smile carried purpose.

“To show some initiative, of course.”

Corrine’s path back to her hospital room was unexpectedly blocked by Rita, Bruce’s sister, who appeared to have been lying in wait.

Malice darkened Rita’s features as she scrutinized Corrine. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile.

“Corrine, you’ve proven quite disappointing. I thought you’d finally accepted reality and withdrawn gracefully, yet here you are, still clinging to my brother.”

“Brother. Do you honestly believe that playing the pitiful patient will change his mind? Save yourself the embarrassment. A slut like you could never be worthy of him!”

“Say those words again!” Ice crystallized in Corrine’s voice, fury igniting in her gaze.

Rita, accustomed to Corrine’s usual docility, faltered momentarily before the intensity of her anger.

“What? Have I spoken anything but the truth? You ended things with my brother only to get involved with other men. What else should we call such behavior?”

When silence met her words, Rita’s arrogance swelled.

“Don’t think I’m ignorant of why you vanished back then. Bruce shared everything!”

The color drained from Corrine’s face at this revelation, leaving her paralyzed with shock. Her fingers curled into tight fists, nails biting into her palms without registration. Her slight frame trembled with the force of contained emotion.

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