The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 54

Chapter 54:

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At that moment, Leland Duncan, the butler, was overseeing the gardener’s work on the lawn. He halted, struck by the sight of her.

“Is that you, Miss Corrine Holland?”

Doubt flickered in his eyes as he questioned his vision.

Waldo stepped out and teased, “Leland, don’t you think Corrine looks even more stunning than she did three years ago?”

With that, Leland’s doubts vanished. His usual serious expression gave way to a wide smile as he quickly approached.

“Miss Holland, it really is you! Welcome home!”

With a gentle smile, Corrine replied, “Yes, it’s been quite some time. I’m home now.”

Leland’s face lit up with joy, his eyes glistening with tears.

“We’ve missed you. It’s wonderful to have you back.”

Throughout these years, despite her adventurous pursuit of what she once thought was true love—a journey that strained her relationship with Carl to breaking point—Carl had held onto her memory, often sighing as he gazed at her photograph.

Everyone had been waiting for Corrine’s return, and finally, she was here.

Leading her through the door, Leland called out with a booming voice, “Sir, Miss Holland has made her return!”

Before his words even faded, an irritated voice rang out from the living room, saying, “So what if she’s back? It would’ve been better if she stayed away. She left without looking back. I might as well pretend I don’t know such an ungrateful child!”

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Leland leaned in and gently said to Corrine, “Your grandfather may seem strict, but he’s soft-hearted. Don’t take his words to heart. He’s kept your room exactly as it was and visits it every night.”

With a knowing smile, Corrine responded, “I get it.”

In the room sat the man who cherished her above all, who couldn’t bear to see her in distress, always wishing to give her the best things in the world. At her side, Waldo gently pulled on Corrine’s wrist, hinting that she should hold back.

Turning to him, Corrine’s face wore a puzzled expression until Waldo subtly lifted an eyebrow, silently advising her to gauge the situation.

Then, raising his voice, he called out, “Corrine, your grandfather is still seething. Maybe it’s best we return another day, so we don’t catch an earful.”

No sooner had he finished than the sound of a cane thumping on the floor resounded.

It was Carl himself, coming out in person.

Carl, the head of the Ford family, was a lively man in his seventies with snowy white hair and a face etched with deep lines, yet his eyes still sparkled with the energy of his youth.

With deliberate severity, Carl grunted dismissively, “No one is leaving today!”

Waldo and Corrine shared a knowing glance before Waldo teased, “We’d be happy to stay, but it seems you’d rather we didn’t, eh?”

“You little rascal, always with a smart reply!” Carl said with a mix of annoyance and affection, lifting his cane as if to playfully threaten Waldo.

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