The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 254

Chapter 254:

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His voice lowered as he added, “If Corrine really were a member of the Ford family, with Carl’s devotion to her, why would he let her stay with the Ashton family for all these years?”

The enigma surrounding Corrine’s true identity seemed to hit a dead end, as though the mystery could never be solved. Bruce, still lost in thought, ventured a speculative guess.

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence?”

He shifted uncomfortably, a sense of doubt creeping in as he added, “I’ve looked into her background thoroughly. There shouldn’t be any mistakes.” As he spoke, a nagging unease grew in his chest.

Farris put his glass of water down with a soft thud.

“You should quietly revisit this investigation.”

“I understand, Grandpa,” Bruce replied, pressing his lips into a thin line. After a brief pause, he hesitated before adding, “Actually, there’s something else I need your help with.”

“You want me to reach out to Corrine?” Farris’ sharp gaze settled on Bruce, his voice steady but knowing.

Bruce met his grandfather’s piercing gaze, a pang of shame washing over him.

“I’ve tried to make amends, but Corrine refuses to forgive me. That’s why I need your help, Grandpa.”

Farris, ever perceptive, understood Corrine’s nature. When she held a grudge, forgiveness was a rare and difficult thing to earn. Her connection to the Ashton family had never run deep, and Bruce’s betrayal had been enough to extinguish any lingering loyalty.

After Rita’s outburst at the birthday party, Farris had shielded Rita, all to preserve the Ashton family’s public image. Since then, Corrine’s feelings toward him had shifted noticeably—colder, more distant.

Still, when it came down to it, Farris knew that if he had to choose between the Ashton family and Corrine, the choice would always be clear—the Ashton family. After all, it was a legacy built over generations.

“Return to your residence. I’ll take care of this matter,” Farris said with finality.

Once Bruce had left, a servant, sensing Farris’ hesitation, couldn’t help but speak up.

𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉: g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺

“Mr. Ashton, if you make that call, it could truly sever the three-year bond with Miss Holland.”

Farris nodded grimly. He was well aware of the consequences, but the future of the Ashton family left him with little room for personal sentiment. He had no choice but to sacrifice his relationship with Corrine for the greater good. Finally, he dialed her number.

“Corrine, it’s me,” Farris said, his voice steady yet laden with unspoken weight.

Corrine, having anticipated his call, wasn’t surprised. Her voice remained flat, emotionless.

“What do you need from me?”

“It’s nothing urgent. I just wanted to ask if you could attend Ashton Group’s anniversary celebration this weekend.”

Corrine absentmindedly twirled a pen between her fingers, her gaze distant.

“The affairs of the Ashton family are no concern of mine. I’m under no obligation to attend.”

“Corrine, I know you hold a grudge against the Ashton family. I’m willing to do whatever I can to make amends, so could you—”

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