The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1279:

Meanwhile, Corrine arrived home to find her grandfather already asleep, so she chose not to disturb him.

After freshening up, she settled into bed and drifted into a deep sleep.

When morning came, she woke at a leisurely pace, staring at the ceiling for a moment before slowly sitting up.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. “Miss Holland, your grandfather has woken up,” a servant informed her from the hallway.

“I’ll be there right away,” she said.

Without wasting a second, Corrine freshened up, changed into appropriate attire, and stepped out of her room, heading straight toward Carl’s bedroom.

At that moment, the live-in doctor was meticulously examining Carl. Although Carl seemed a bit impatient, he remained cooperative throughout the process.

Once the examination concluded, Corrine finally spoke. “How is he?”

The doctor removed his stethoscope and responded calmly, “There’s no serious issue. It was just a fainting episode caused by emotional distress. However, given Mr. Ford’s surgical history, it’s best to avoid any unnecessary stress.”

“I told you it wasn’t anything serious.” Carl’s mood had noticeably improved, though fatigue still lingered on his face. Leaning back against the pillows, he let out a sigh. “Instead of fussing over me all the time, why not sit down and enjoy a proper meal with me?”

His tone carried a hint of playful stubbornness, almost like a child seeking attention.

Everyone melted into smiles of relief and amusement.

After seeing the doctor and his team out, Corrine made her way to the kitchen to bring breakfast.

When Corrine returned to Carl’s bedroom, she found her grandfather standing by the window with his hands clasped behind his back.

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 @ gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

“Grandpa, why aren’t you resting in bed?” she asked, concern flashing across her face. She set the breakfast down on the table and quickly grabbed a jacket, draping it gently over his shoulders. “You’ll catch a cold standing there.”

Carl turned his head slightly, his sharp eyes softening as he studied her face—a mirror image of Kiley’s. A rare flicker of warmth crossed his stern features before he gave her hand a reassuring pat and slowly made his way toward the small table.

They ate in silence. The only sounds in the room were the quiet clinks of spoons against porcelain. Carl stirred his bowl of oatmeal absentmindedly, his keen gaze flickering toward Corrine every so often. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice measured. “Corrine, how did Jayden manage to get released this time?”

Corrine’s spoon hovered mid-air before she slowly lowered it, her expression unreadable. She lowered her gaze, concealing the emotions flickering beneath the surface. “The investigation team uncovered the truth,” she said evenly.

Carl raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

He had never meddled in politics, but he understood its intricacies well enough. The accusations against Jayden had been airtight—evidence stacked so precisely that it seemed impossible to overturn.

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