The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 320

Chapter 320:

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“Grandpa, please, drink some water to ease your mind,” Corrine said sweetly, extending a glass of water.

Carl glanced at her, accepted the water, and passed her the wooden ruler.

As Corrine exchanged knowing looks with her uncles, Carl watched quietly. He set the glass down on the table with a soft thud.

Startled back to the moment, Corrine flashed a charming smile at Carl.

“Let me ease your tension with a shoulder massage.”

“Why have you returned so late?” Carl looked at her closely, his frown deepening at the signs of fatigue in her eyes.

“Corrine, I intended the company to be a distraction, not a burden.”

The Ford family’s legacy would ultimately rest in Corrine’s hands. For now, her role was to acquaint herself with business management, though Carl had not anticipated her taking it to such lengths.

“Grandpa, you trusted me with the company; I couldn’t possibly find it burdensome.” Corrine laughed, her eyes flicking toward her uncles, swiftly steering the conversation.

“Really, compared to my uncles, I hardly think I have it hard.”

At this, Carl emitted a skeptical grunt.

“They have it tough? Really?”

Jayden and Waldo were too shaken to say a word. Corrine spoke up.

“Grandpa, I was the one who asked my uncles to keep this from you. If anyone deserves punishment, it’s me.”

As she spoke, she held the ruler out to Carl, silently urging him to strike her instead.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Carl’s expression darkened as he looked at her disdainfully and tossed the ruler aside without hesitation.

Corrine crouched down, resting her head lightly on Carl’s lap.

“Grandpa, please don’t be mad.”

𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸ⅽ𝗈𝗺

“But you’re a young woman. How could you tolerate such disgusting slander?” Carl’s voice still carried traces of anger.

Corrine’s lashes quivered at his words, warmth spreading through her chest. The unwavering trust of her family felt like an unshakable fortress behind her, giving her the courage to face any enemy.

Her lips curved slightly, and even in her gratitude, she didn’t forget to defend her uncles.

“Grandpa, you know I never let these things bother me. Besides, my uncles have always protected me in their own ways.”

“Corrine, you don’t have to cover for them.” Carl remained unmoved, shooting a displeased glare at his sons.

“What kind of uncles are you—letting Corrine take the fall for no reason? You always create more problems than you solve!”

Jayden, a political bigwig, felt unfairly accused. Waldo, one of the top lawyers in the world, also felt wrongly blamed.

Yet, despite their frustration, both men knew that when the Ford family’s little princess suffered, they were the ones held accountable.

The moment they saw those vile words and indecent photos, they had been ready to storm the Ashton family’s doors.

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