His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 302

Now Clifford finally understood why Niamh insisted on separating from Jonathan, no matter what.

“Nia, after you and Jonathan finalize your divorce, would you like to be my god-granddaughter?” Clifford asked gently.

The moment the words left his mouth, he saw Niamh’s face stiffen in surprise.

“Grandpa, I know you’re trying to make things up to me, but there’s really no need…” Niamh replied, her voice soft but resolute.

The best way to make it up to her was simply to let her put Jonathan behind her for good.

Only by keeping a safe distance from Jonathan could her body and heart, so bruised and battered, finally begin to heal.

“All right. I understand,” Clifford said, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes for having blurted that out. He could see it clearly—Niamh wanted to draw a firm line between herself and the Thomas family.

“Well, at the very least, take the money and the shares. That’s all I can give you now,” Clifford offered, trying to sound reassuring.

“Don’t worry, Grandpa. Jonathan already included all of that in the divorce agreement,” Niamh replied.

Clifford was momentarily stunned. “Jonathan… he’s giving you company shares? How much?”

“Ten percent.” Niamh’s answer was matter-of-fact.

Clifford fell silent.

He knew Jonathan had never loved Niamh. For a while, he’d hoped that maybe, after the wedding, Jonathan would grow to care for her, but the way things had turned out proved how naïve that hope had been.

Still, if Jonathan never loved her, why would he give her ten percent of the company after the divorce?

Clifford let out a heavy sigh.

“Grandpa, you should rest now and stop worrying so much… How about I tell you a joke?” Niamh suggested, her tone suddenly light.

She recited a joke Nestor had once told her, word for word, and soon Clifford was laughing heartily, his booming voice echoing down the hallway.

Outside the hospital room, Sprague and Marigold had already left. Now that Clifford was out of danger, the doctors and nurses had everything under control, and Sprague needed to get back to work. Marigold, never fond of hospitals, didn’t linger either.

But Jonathan remained.

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