How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 225

Fiona and Darren's faces both changed.

Fiona, being more experienced, quickly regained her composure. "Why the sudden question?" she asked with a stiff smile.

"Don't ask why. Just answer yes or no," Winifred said, her face cold.

"Of course not," Fiona said. "In fact, I went to your grandmother's house to ask how you were doing. I happened to find her collapsed on the floor. I'm the one who took her to the hospital. But she had been unconscious for too long, and they couldn't save her by the time we got there."

Winifred stared directly at her. "Are you sure? Because I heard that my grandmother came here to see you that day, and that you argued with her."

Fiona felt a pang of guilt but forced herself to remain calm. "Who told you that? That's absolute nonsense."

Winifred stared at her coldly. "Don't think I can't find out just because you deny it. If I really want to investigate, it's not impossible."

Fiona felt an inexplicable chill. Why did this girl suddenly seem so intimidating?

Darren slammed his hand on the table. "What is there for us to admit? This is ridiculous. What does your grandmother's death have to do with us?"

"Did I say my grandmother's death had anything to do with you?" Winifred lifted her gaze to Darren. "It seems her death really does have something to do with you."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Darren shot up from his seat, pointing at her. "Winifred, we called you back here to talk about transferring the house deed, not to drag up stories about your dead grandmother!"

Hannah pursed her lips. "I think she just doesn't want to sign over the house, so she's trying to sling mud at us."

Darren snorted. "Exactly. Who knows where you heard that garbage. Your grandmother's death had nothing to do with us. If it did, the police would have arrested us years ago."

Hannah chimed in, "That's right. Your grandmother died of a heart attack. The hospital issued a diagnosis. Your own mother didn't say a word, yet you have the nerve to come here and question your elders. You have no manners."

Winifred's fists tightened. "Yes, my grandmother died of a heart attack. But if she had that heart attack while arguing with you, then you are not blameless."

Winifred's knuckles turned white. "So you really did kill my grandmother."

"I wouldn't say 'kill.' Why did your grandmother suddenly come here and argue at her age?" Darren said nonchalantly. "We just yelled at her, and she couldn't take it and collapsed. Who can we blame for that?"

Winifred clenched her fists tightly, suppressing her rage. "My grandmother never wanted anything to do with you. What did she come here for that day?"

"What else? Money, of course," Darren sneered. "You changed your last name, so you're not part of the Collins family anymore. Why should we have to give you child support?"

Winifred didn't believe a word they said.

Her father hadn't paid child support since the divorce. Her grandmother wouldn't have waited until she was in college to suddenly start a fight over it. There had to be another reason.

But regardless of the reason, her grandmother's death was undeniably their fault.