Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570 

Marion strode forward, wrapping Debra protectively behind him. 

“I told you, don’t mess with Debra,” he said coldly. 

The cheerful expression vanished from Caleb’s face. He set down his fork and knife and took off the scarf around his neck. 

His voice carried a deep, imposing authority as he said, ‘Is that how you speak to your grandfather?” 

Years of privilege had left Caleb slightly stocky. His face, though etched with a few wrinkles, was still mostly smooth. His hair was a sharp contrast of white, perfectly groomed. He might have looked like a distinguished gentleman, but his eyes, like Marion’s, were sharp, wild, and dangerous. 

“Marion, Debra chimed in. “Caleb a didn’t give me 

a hard time. We were just having a meal together.” 

Marion’s gaze fell on the plate of sandwiches. He stepped forward, picked one up, and popped it into his mouth, as if to make sure there was nothing suspicious in it. 

“It’s a little salty,” he said, his tone flat. 

Debra crossed her arms, “I made those sandwiches.” 

His expression changed in an instant. “Delicious.” 

Caleb’s face darkened. Marion was just like his father, soft–hearted when it came to love. 

“You’ve had the sandwiches. Now I’m taking her with me. Any objections?” Marion asked. 

Caleb leaned back and said, “I went to the trouble of preparing a meal for my granddaughter–in–law, and now you want to whisk her away just like that? Debra, do you want to leave?” 

Debra looked at Marion and said softly, “Let’s stay. I’m hungry.” 

Marion frowned. “Debra says she’s hungry. Where’s the food?” 

“Hmph, look at you. Romance before family,” Caleb grumbled, leading them to leave the kitchen. 

The servants had already prepared a change of clothes for Caleb. In no time, he returned to the grand hall, dressed immaculately, as though he hadn’t just been cooking in the kitchen. 

Their dining table was rarely shared with outsiders, but Debra chose a seat closest to Caleb, signaling for Marion to sit beside her. He complied, though somewhat reluctantly, simply because Debra had asked 

him to. 

The long dining table stretched the distance between them, making it feet distant, unlike a cozy family gathering 

Caleb’s thoughts drifted back to when his son, Dwayne, was still alive, seated just like this beside Itzel. He hadn’t imagined he’d see such a scene again after all these years. 

Holding onto his authority, Caleb asked, “The Frazier family may have gone bankrupt, but we don’t care about such things. I do have a question, though. When did you realize who I was?”