Chapter 123\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney froze at those words. \u2018He had raised and cared for a little girl\u2026\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n
The memory tugged at something familiar, reminding her of Julian and herself. The only difference was that she still did not understand why Julian had treated her that way back then.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But what struck her more sharply was the first half of Agatha\u2019s sentence. Something about it did not add up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wasn\u2019t her grandson\u2019s father supposed to be Agatha\u2019s own son? That was how it was supposed to work.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Agatha noticed her confusion and offered a rueful smile. \u201cMy son was never registered under my name. Strictly speaking, I\u2019m not my grandson\u2019s legal grandmother.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re\u2026\u201d Sydney hesitated, a guess forming, but she chose not to pry and changed the conversation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Agatha\u2019s smile softened, as if a long-held burden had been lifted. \u201cYou\u2019re here because of marital infidelity. I was betrayed before marriage.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her voice was light, but the words carried weight. \u201cBack then, the man was powerful, influential. When the child was born, I didn\u2019t even get to hold him before he was taken away and registered under his legitimate wife\u2019s name.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney\u2019s breath caught. Slowly, the pieces fell into place: decades ago, Agatha herself had been \u201cthe other woman.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In that era, it had been scandalous. Her grandson\u2019s grandfather had been far worse than Caleb in every way.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing Sydney fall silent, Agatha hurried to reassure her. \u201cDon\u2019t worry. My grandson didn\u2019t inherit that rotten bloodline. Aside from being a little cold, he\u2019s a good man.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney laughed despite herself. \u201cAre you still trying to set me up with your grandson?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d Agatha\u2019s eyes crinkled with delight as she studied her. \u201cAfter your clinic shift in a couple of days, do you have the afternoon free? I\u2019ll arrange for you to meet him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAgatha\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cJust once,\u201d Agatha pressed gently. \u201cIf you don\u2019t like him, fine. I\u2019ll never mention it again. All right?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Agatha truly was a good person. After a moment, Sydney nodded. \u201cOkay. But just one meeting. Nothing more.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDeal!\u201d Agatha beamed. Her taciturn grandson might be icy, but his face could make any girl\u2019s heart flutter. She had a feeling Sydney would like him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They spent the afternoon busy in the kitchen, then shared dinner. The leftover muffins filled half of Sydney\u2019s freezer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Worried she would tire of a single flavor, Agatha had made three varieties so Sydney could switch it up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney felt embarrassed. \u201cAgatha, I can\u2019t possibly finish all these. Please, take some home.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo need. I can make more anytime.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Agatha waved her hands, changed her shoes, and bustled out the door, adding, \u201cIf you want anything these next few days, just message me. I\u2019ll make it and bring it over.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a fleeting moment, Sydney entertained an absurd thought: for a grandmother this wonderful, maybe the grandson wouldn\u2019t be so bad-so long as he wasn\u2019t mute.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
She smacked her head lightly. \u2018Ridiculous. Not even close to that point yet.\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n
On her clinic day, Sydney still wasn\u2019t fully recovered. The fever had broken, but the cough lingered. She masked herself tightly before calling in patients.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Agatha had booked the very first slot. She collected her prescription quickly, worried about holding Sydney up. Dr. Wilson, I\u2019ll head home to prepare. You can come after your shift. I\u2019ll be waiting with dinner.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had already sent Sydney her address before leaving Haven the other day.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sydney smiled faintly. \u201cAlright. I\u2019ll be there.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A black Bentley with the license plate Jouleston A99999 rolled to a stop at the gates of a garden villa.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Elliot leaned forward with mock gravity. \u201cMr. Sterling, blessing or curse, it\u2019s a blind date. No dodging it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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