Chapter 1339:
Kirby frowned but stood up at once. “Slow down and be careful. You can’t afford a fall.”
Cathy gave a quick greeting to Gerald. “Hi, Gerald.”
Then she grabbed her grandfather’s arm. “Please, Grandpa. Come with me. It’s really important.”
Kirby didn’t budge at first, still annoyed, but she was already pulling him toward the door. “What’s got you in such a rush?” he muttered.
“We’ll talk in the car,” she said without looking back.
Once inside the car, Cathy exhaled sharply, wiping sweat from her palms. She finally felt like she could breathe again.
Kirby looked at her with concern. “What’s going on with you?”
She hesitated and then quietly asked, “Grandpa, did you tell Gerald about my pregnancy?”
Kirby’s face darkened at the mention of it. Clearly, Gerald had feigned clueless. The Garretts weren’t going to let it slide.
“I didn’t tell him everything,” Kirby said firmly. “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure they take responsibility.”
Cathy’s shoulders relaxed slightly. Thank goodness Kirby hadn’t gone too far and claimed Wesley was the father. She gently clung to his arm, putting on a fragile expression. “Grandpa, are you still mad at me? I know I messed up. I never meant for things to go this way.”
Kirby looked at her and sighed. “You’re my granddaughter. What’s the point of being mad now? What’s done is done.” Then, more seriously, he added, “The only thing we can do now is make sure you marry Wesley.”
Cathy’s chest tightened with unease. Still, she nodded quietly. “Okay.”
Alone, Elena made her way up the drive to the Spencer estate. Reaching out to Wesley hadn’t seemed right; there were matters she needed to address on her own first.
Respect colored the butler’s welcome as he gestured for Elena to sit. “Miss Harper, please make yourself comfortable. Mr. Spencer is taking his daily medicine and will join you soon.”
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A flicker of concern crossed Elena’s face. “What’s Gerald taking medicine for?”
“Nothing serious, just something to help keep him well,” the butler replied, his tone reassuring.
Curiosity lingered. “Is this a daily thing for Gerald?”
“It is,” the butler answered. “Lately, he’s needed it more often. He’s not as strong as before, especially this year.”
Their conversation paused as Gerald entered the room, moving with a slower gait. Quickly, the butler stepped over to help him settle onto the sofa. When Gerald caught sight of Elena, a trace of distance showed in his eyes. “Elena, I didn’t think you’d visit again.”
Instead of responding right away, Elena kept her eyes lowered. She had sensed something had shifted—a chill had settled in his demeanor toward her. With careful hands, she poured him a cup of coffee, her words even and cool. “Why would you assume I wouldn’t visit again?”
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