The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 587

Chapter 587:

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“We are so sorry for everything you have been through,” the husband said, his voice thick with emotion.

Jolene met their eyes, her tone calm yet firm.

“There is no need to apologize to me. Your daughter was a wonderful girl. Now that justice has finally been served, I believe her soul can rest in peace.”

The wife let out a choked sob, clutching her husband’s arm.

“It just came too late,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Jolene offered them a gentle nod before parting ways. Outside the courthouse, she and Corrine slipped into Waldo’s car, leaving the weight of the trial behind them.

Waldo dropped Jolene off at her apartment before driving to the hospital with Corrine to check on Carl.

A day after his surgery, Carl had made remarkable progress. He had been moved from the ICU to a regular ward, and though he was well enough to go home, Corrine insisted that he stay a little longer to recover properly.

Carl, however, was less than thrilled.

“The doctor said I’m recovering well and can be discharged.” Carl’s grumbling voice pierced through the silence as Corrine neared the hospital room.

“Why are you all so insistent on keeping me here?”

“Grandpa, there’s no point in telling me this,” Jules responded resignedly.

“Why don’t you wait until Corrine gets here and discuss it with her?”

Carl, half-reclined on the bed with his hands clasped over his abdomen, let out a long sigh.

F𝒊rst 𝒔𝗲en 𝒊n 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆: gⲁ𝅘𝓁𝗇𝑜ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼𝓬𝗈𝗺

If he had been willing to complain directly to Corrine, he wouldn’t have vented to Jules in the first place.

“Those two—mother and daughter,” he muttered.

“When they lose their tempers, they’re like two peas in a pod.”

Although his words sounded exasperated, the fondness in his eyes was unmistakable.

“I caught you talking about me, Grandpa!” Corrine’s voice echoed from the hallway.

“Corrine’s here!” Carl immediately perked up.

“Come in and sit down. Jules just sliced some fruit. Have some while it’s fresh.”

Waldo and Jules exchanged knowing looks. They were used to Carl’s doting behavior.

In the Ford family, Corrine held a place of special affection. This was evident in Carl’s overt attention to her and the countless small gestures others usually overlooked.

Everything Corrine used or ate was always of the finest quality. Whenever Carl stumbled upon something valuable, Corrine was always the first to choose. Only after she picked what she wanted did the remaining items go to Waldo, Jayden, and finally Jules.

Because of Carl’s favoritism, every servant in the Ford household treated Corrine with the utmost respect.

Some called Carl biased, but in truth, he was grooming Corrine to eventually take over the Ford family.

“How are you feeling today, Grandpa?” Corrine asked, approaching the bedside with a concerned glance.

Jules promptly stood, giving way to her.

“It’s nothing serious,” Carl responded, his eyes betraying deeper thoughts.

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