NovelOnlineSylvia kept eating her pasta, casually asking, “Doesn’t your grandfather live here?”
A faint smile flickered across Eugene's face. “My grandparents have been separated for almost twenty years now.”
Sylvia paused, surprised.
Eugene glanced down, his voice calm but distant. “Twenty years ago, my grandfather fell in love with his secretary. He wanted to
marry her and was set on divorcing my grandmother. | remember clinging to my grandma, refusing to let go, and that’s the only
reason the divorce didn’t go through.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSylvia frowned. “How old were you then?”
“Maybe six or seven,” Eugene replied. “My parents were always busy when | was a kid, so | grew up with my grandma. | was closer
to her than anyone. | was still a child, but | could sense that if my grandpa left, her life would be miserable. So | did everything |
could to stop it. Luckily, my grandfather cared forenough that he didn’t go through with the divorce.”
“But after that, Grandma moved here and refused to see him. Grandfather brought that woman to live with him, and she’s been
part of the Winters family for almost twenty years now. Most people just assshe’s my grandmother.”
“| hated my grandfather for a long time. | couldn't ive that woman either. I'd constantly go against her, and every time, my
father would hit me. After that, I'd always run away to stay with Grandma.”
Suddenly, Sylvia understood why Grandma Winters had asked, after seeing the bruises on Eugene's face, “Did your father hit you
again?”
Still puzzled, Sylvia asked, “But why did your father accept it? Isn't your grandma his mother?”
Eugene let out a cold laugh. “Grandfather has two sons. My father’s the eldest. He was worried my dad would cause trouble, so he
promised him an extra ten percent of thepany shares. That was enough for my father to go along with it, even try to please
my grandfather, and he almost never visited Grandma after that.”
He looked up at Sylvia. “Isn't it ridiculous? Your own mother, and she’s worth less than a bit of money.”
Sylvia saw the pain in his eyes and didn’t know what to say.
She'd heard stories about the scheming and betrayals in wealthy families—how people could turn on each other for profit, how love
and loyalty were always the first casualties.
Eugene forced a small smile. “We shouldn't talk about this over dinner. Let's finish the pasta before it gets cold.”
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