Who would be calling her at this ti?
Could it be Mona Sumrs asking if she had reached ho?
Cecilia Vaughn sowhat puzzled, took out the phone from her bag. When she saw the number displayed on the screen.
Her expression shook, and she staggered unexpectedly, almost losing her balance.
The number on the screen, she knew by heart, it was one of the few contacts she could rember.
It was Grandpa...
A warmth surged up within the girl’s eyes.
If anyone in the Vaughn Family was genuinely good to her, besides her brother Evan Vaughn, it had to be Old Master Vaughn.
When she was young, he would make dumplings for her, take her to the park to play, letting her ride on him like a wooden horse.
However, Cecilia Vaughn also understood that Grandpa was not only good to her but even better to Fiona Vaughn.
After all, she wasn’t as socially adept and flawless in her conduct as Fiona Vaughn.
...
As the phone kept vibrating, Cecilia Vaughn bit her lip, not knowing whether to answer the call for a mont.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and bitterness slowly seeped into her gaze.
She had been out of prison for so ti, if Grandpa truly loved her, he would not have failed to contact her for so long.
In the midst of an inner turmoil, Cecilia Vaughn sighed and ultimately chose to answer the call.
"Hello, is it Grandpa?"
Instantly, a voice full of anger and old age ca from the other end of the line.
"Cecilia, how could you speak to your sister like that! You even splashed Fiona with hand sanitizer! You know she’s a celebrity, do you want to ruin her face?"
"Fiona ca ho crying! If I hadn’t been there and kept asking, she would have never reluctantly ntioned you. I didn’t know you were being such an irresponsible sister!"
The rebuke ca crashing down, and Cecilia Vaughn suddenly beca pale.
She gave a silent, bitter smile, her last bit of yearning for family affection was shattered.
As expected... he was calling to defend Fiona Vaughn.
Being such a stubborn and unlikable person, how could she compare to the theatrical Fiona Vaughn?
Cecilia Vaughn took a deep breath, barely maintaining a calm tone, she didn’t want others to see her sadness, she would only arm herself with thorns.
"Grandpa, you called just for this?"
Cecilia Vaughn’s indifferent and cold tone surprised Old Master Vaughn.
He hadn’t expected that after three years in prison, Cecilia Vaughn had beco so rebellious even towards him.
"Cecilia, is this the attitude you show towards your elders? Didn’t prison smooth out your edges?"
Being reminded of her scars by her close family, that kind of pain was almost magnified several tis!
If soone can make you sad, it ans you still care about them.
Cecilia Vaughn felt ice cold wrapping her heart, the kind of cold that froze her blood.
Her nose tingled, but when she spoke, her words remained strong and wouldn’t expose her weakness in the slightest.
"Grandpa, you always speak for Fiona. Haven’t you thought that I was once your beloved granddaughter too? Are you aware of how Fiona spoke about my mother on television?"
Old Master Vaughn sighed deeply.
"Cecilia, you’re still young, too stubborn. Your mother is dead, but those who are alive must continue to live."
"If it doesn’t fall on your mother’s shoulders, how can Fiona face the world? Her career can’t be cut short!"
Cecilia Vaughn closed her eyes, tears silently spread at the corners of her eyes.
"So, for the sake of Fiona and her mother’s reputation, my mother and I must be sacrificed, right?"
Old Master Vaughn was rendered speechless for a mont.
"Cecilia, don’t be so stubborn about everything. Grandpa is thinking of what’s best for you, we are all family, why can’t we find a peaceful way to resolve things?"
"Three years ago, you went through such events; now that the engagent with Tyson is off, you shouldn’t let Fiona be burdened with the label of ’howrecker’."
"This weekend is her engagent party, Grandpa hopes you will dress up beautifully, attend, and explain the misunderstanding to the reporters, let everyone see the Vaughn Family’s love and unite, and that Fiona is not a howrecker, this way you too can marry well."
Misunderstanding?
A loving and united family?
The air in Cecilia Vaughn’s throat seed to be taken away, her heart suffocated more and more.
Suddenly, there was an impulse to burst into tears.
Except for her brother, the only person she cared about in the Vaughn Family had hurt her so deeply...
A sour feeling surged in her heart, Cecilia Vaughn tightly clutched her phone, barely keeping her emotions rational.
Her voice was as emotionless as a cold machine.
"Is that so? Grandpa, then as you wish, I will attend this weekend’s engagent party."
Before Old Master Vaughn could say another word, Cecilia Vaughn abruptly cut off the call.
Old Master Vaughn hadn’t even had ti to be pleased that Cecilia had agreed, when he heard the busy signal from the phone, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.
This eldest granddaughter was becoming more and more troubleso!
...
In front of Starfall Bay, Cecilia Vaughn stood silently, holding onto the nearby tree, barely supporting herself.
The spot in her left chest hurt terribly.
At this mont, Cecilia Vaughn almost suspected she had a heart condition just like her brother.
She silently squatted down, burying her face in her knees.
Tears silently soaked her dress.
The grandfather who once held her while running all over the park, who once carried her to the hospital when she had a cold, who once bought her cotton candy and sugar figurines, where had he gone?
Did ti change people’s hearts, or was it that hearts never changed?
Unconsciously, a heavy rain began to fall from the sky.
Cecilia Vaughn dully lifted her head, tears mixed with raindrops falling into the soil.
She wiped her tears with her hand, finally preparing to stand up and go back to Starfall Bay.
Adrian Law was about to finish work; she couldn’t let him see her in such a sorry state.
...
Unexpectedly, after squatting for too long, her legs went numb, her circulation was impaired and she, being anemic, saw blackness in her vision. Her body lost its balance and fell backward!
Seeing that she was about to have an intimate encounter with the greenery, Cecilia Vaughn reluctantly closed her eyes.
However, at the next mont, what she expected didn’t happen. Instead, she fell into a warm embrace.
"Adrian?..."
Cecilia Vaughn raised her head in astonishnt, seeing a man holding a large black umbrella, with phoenix eyes and elegant brows filled with worry.
"Cecilia, why were you squatting by the roadside just now, with such red eyes, did soone bully you?"
...
Cecilia Vaughn forced a smile, trying to appear indifferent; she didn’t want Adrian Law to worry about her.
"It’s nothing, just got sand in my eyes."
Adrian Law frowned deeply, wanting to ask further, but Cecilia Vaughn sneezed several tis in a row, evidently catching a cold.
"Cecilia, let’s talk about it at ho."
Before finishing his words, the man quickly took off his black coat and wrapped it around the girl, refusing to take no for an answer...
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