The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 408

Chapter 408:

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“Have you been investigating her without her knowing?”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Nate responded.

Evelyn studied him closely, her gaze sharp, as if trying to gauge the sincerity behind his words.

Nate gave a soft, resigned chuckle.

“You don’t trust me, Grandma?”

“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Evelyn murmured, almost to herself, her voice tinged with irony.

“After all, you were raised by that old jerk.”

At the mention of his grandfather, Nate sighed, his expression softening.

“I always remembered Grandpa’s advice about severing emotional ties, but I also recall your wisdom that sincerity can conquer all evils.”

A faint, knowing smile curled at the corners of Evelyn’s lips.

“So, you’re not against this marriage anymore?”

Nate’s return from abroad had originally been intended to break the engagement, but now, with Corrine revealed as Carl’s granddaughter, the situation had shifted, and everything seemed to be falling into place.

“Does this mean I’ll have a great-grandchild by next year?” Evelyn suddenly asked, her voice filled with excitement.

Nate took a deliberate sip of his coffee, exhaling softly as he set the cup down.

“I’m afraid not.”

“Not?” Evelyn’s expression tightened, her scrutiny deepening.

“Nate, you’re not… impotent, are you?”

Evelyn had heard whispers about Nate’s condition but hadn’t given them much weight. She had consulted his personal doctor, who reassured her that everything was perfectly normal.

Still, seeing how long Nate and Corrine had been together without any sign of progress, Evelyn’s suspicions had begun to grow.

Nate, caught mid-sip, choked and coughed violently, clearing his throat before speaking.

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“Grandma, these things can’t be rushed. Besides, as a man, I have to be responsible. If she’s with me, shouldn’t I first make the relationship official?”

“You are correct,” Evelyn replied, her voice brightening as she set down her mug, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“I’ll have someone pick a favorable date next month for your wedding.”

Nate’s brows furrowed.

“Grandma, shouldn’t we first consider Corrine’s feelings? She hasn’t agreed to marry me yet. If you make decisions this quickly, won’t it feel like we’re forcing her into this?”

Evelyn let out a frustrated huff.

“Nothing ever works for you. You’re just avoiding taking responsibility for Corrine, aren’t you?”

“Even though we met later than I would have liked, whatever other girls experience, Corrine deserves to have too,” Nate replied firmly, his voice soft but determined.

“I’ll give her everything—love, dates, proposals, marriage, children. She will have it all.”

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