Chapter 90
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90–Accepting Her As His Daughter – In–Law
Graham:
Penny led the reluctant Kaylee away, even though she clearly wanted to stay and hear everything. She wanted to know what was really happening between me and Madeline.
Once she left, my father leaned forward. “Madeline was never right for you, and even if the child was mine, you wouldn’t have treated her well,” I snapped at him as I reminded him how hostile he used to get just at her mention.
“ So why would you respect her now?” I asked him.
“ Things have changed,” he said. “Madeline isn’t that shy, nerdy girl anymore. She carries herself with confidence. Everyone talks about her wherever she goes. I don’t want my son tied to someone who can’t give him an heir. But to have three grandchildren already? That would make my life complete p>
As my father spoke, I stood frozen.
“All I’m asking from you,” he continued, “is to cooperate with me. When the other council members arrive and we ask Madeline for a DNA test, you’ll agree to it. This time, I won’t take her away from you. That’s my word. I’ll make sure she marries you. She’ll be yours, and the children will call me Grandfather p>
His words convinced me. It felt like, finally, my wishes were being granted.
“What are you thinking? Don’t you want that?” my father asked, snapping me out of the dream I had gotten lost in, the dream of being with Madeline. When I looked at him, I remembered the promise he had just made to me. Everything he said felt like a dream come true, something I had wanted for years.
“What about “I paused, hesitating.
“What? Tell me. I’ll help you with all your questions,” my father insisted, making me take a deep breath.
“Well, what about Kaylee?” I finished asking, watching as my father’s face relaxed. There was a clear sign in his expression that he wasn’t bothered about her, nor did he care.
“She’s dry land anyway. Why would you keep her around?” he remarked, making my eyes widen at his words.
“I mean, it kind of serves her right though, doesn’t it?” he added.
“Okay,” I muttered, clearing my throat. “Wouldn’t her father be upset about it?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Do you think he can do anything? He’s just a royal beta. If he complains too much, he’ll be kicked out too,” my father replied. He really did have an answer for everything, just like he said he would. Now it was up to me to decide.
“It’s okay. Go ahead, be in your room, think about it, and then let me know,” my father said, making me nod before I walked away.
I didn’t know why I silently listened to him, but what he suggested was something I had wanted for so long. Maybe that was why.
When I returned to my room, Penny, who had been sitting with Kaylee, stood up from her seat. She gave me a full glance, almost judging me, before walking out.
“What did your father say to you?” Kaylee rushed to me, trying to grab my arm to get my attention.
“I need to be alone for a moment,” I told her, motioning for her to leave.
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90–Accepting Her As His Daughter–in–Law
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“No, I’m not leaving. There’s no such thing as a moment alone. We’re a couple, husband and wife. You’re supposed to share things with me. Tell me, what did he say?” She went on and on, just a perfect Kaylee response.
“Kaylee, I just need a minute alone,” I said, turning to her and showing her with my fingers how little time I needed.
“No,” she replied stubbornly.
I scoffed and shrugged. Thankfully, my father arrived. He must have heard the noise Kaylee was making. Even when she spoke normally, her voice was always raised.
“Kaylee, come outside!” my father shouted.
Her eyes shifted from me to him, then back to me. I knew what she was silently asking why I never took a stand for her when my father yelled. But why would I? She believed in an abusive kind of relationship. She always raised her voice, cursed me out, and hit me. Now that my father was calling her out, she suddenly wanted my help.
“Go, Kaylee. Your father–in–law is calling you,” I said, taunting her for always depending on my father during the early days of our marriage. She had tortured me so much by using him against me. But that grip had finally loosened, and I had escaped. I guess that was what bothered her the most.
After she reluctantly left, I sat down to think about my father’s words. The first thing that came to mind was my friends and what they were doing. What were their plans regarding Madeline?
Before I could make any decision, a call came through. I was instantly irritated when I saw Yvonne’s name on the screen, but curiosity got the better of me. Why was she calling? Pushing aside my hesitation, I answered.
“Hello?” I replied coolly, hoping she noticed the tone. But I knew she wouldn’t care. She sounded like she was dealing with something herself.
“Where is Baxter?” she stammered, repeating the question. I could hear small sniffles and hiccups, she had been crying.
“I don’t know. Busy, maybe. Why?” I asked curiously.
“He’s not picking up my calls since he left my home last night with Madeline. What is your friend up to, huh? Is he really going to chase her now, this close to her engagement ceremony p>
Her words echoed in my head. He’s going after her? That was unsettling. He was already cutting off his old flame
just so he could be with–Madeline?
“I don’t know. I’ll let you know when I speak to him,” I said before ending the call. I tapped my fingers on the phone anxiously.
Then I called Silver, trying to find out what was going on between her and Elgin. Strangely, she told me the same thing. Elgin hadn’t called, checked in, or spoken to her since he arrived here.
She said the only time she heard from him was when he called the nannies to ask about the children. That was it.
I realized then, they were one step ahead, trying to win Madeline back. So why should I hold back? I guessed my father was right.
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9: He Came With Dean
Ruby Walker
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