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My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: A Slap in Whose Face

Cecelia Archer froze, unsure what Damien Vaughn was thinking or what she should do. She instinctively looked over at him.

But then he grabbed her hand, feigning intimacy, and said to Cecelia in a gentle voice,

"What are you spacing out for? Grandpa told you to call him that, so why aren’t you?"

"I..." Cecelia couldn’t bring herself to say it.

’It’s just so sudden. He wants me to call the founder of the Vaughn Group ’Grandpa’? I just don’t feel worthy.’

Seeing her struggle, Damien Vaughn didn’t press the issue.

"Grandpa, she’s a little shy, and this is all a bit sudden. How about we wait until tomorrow? Let her get ready, and you can get a red envelope prepared. I’ll have her serve you tea tomorrow, and we can do it formally."

The old man looked down at the adorable and well-behaved Candy and decided not to bicker with Cecelia.

"Fine, fine. Let’s go home first."

The old man walked ahead, holding Candy, while Damien Vaughn followed behind, holding Cecelia’s hand. Cecelia’s heart was pounding like a drum line.

"What is going on? What are you trying to do?"

"We’ll talk in the car."

The old man got into his car with Candy, while Cecelia and Damien Vaughn rode separately.

Once the car door was closed, Damien Vaughn finally let go of her.

"As you can see, my grandfather loves children. He’s been nagging me to get married and have kids for a long time, and we’ve had more than a few arguments about it. Since he saw her today, we might as well just let him be happy."

’So he means he really wants Candy to acknowledge this great-grandfather and for me to go to the Vaughn family?’

’No way!’ Cecelia quickly shook her head.

"You can’t hide the truth forever. You might fool him for a little while, but not for a lifetime. Wouldn’t your grandfather be even angrier when he finds out you lied to him? Besides, you’re not going to stay unmarried forever. Think how awkward Candy’s position will be then."

"We’ll keep it up for as long as we can," Damien Vaughn said, suddenly very insistent on the matter.

"My grandfather’s health isn’t good. He just had major surgery at the beginning of the year. I have no plans to get married right now, so I can’t risk upsetting him again."

Seeing Cecelia’s extremely reluctant expression, he added,

"Just consider it a favor to me. I’ll make it worth your while. From now on, I’ll take care of finding a bone marrow donor for Candy and cover all her medical expenses."

Although Candy’s treatment was indeed a difficult matter, and her medical bills were impossible to raise on short notice, Cecelia couldn’t take advantage of someone this way. She still shook her head.

"No, Mr. Vaughn..."

"My grandfather’s legs aren’t in good shape either. Don’t you know how to do physical therapy? Consider it a job. I’ll hire you. Once you’ve treated my grandfather’s legs, you can take Candy and leave. How about it?"

"You agreed to help Shane Grant. Don’t tell me you’re refusing just because it’s me?"

With him putting it like that, what more could Cecelia say?

She just found it all so absurd. She had been running into far too many absurd situations lately.

Soon, the car arrived at the old Vaughn family residence.

The old man entered the main hall first, holding Candy. Damien Vaughn followed close behind, pulling Cecelia along. The moment they stepped inside, they captured everyone’s attention.

"Dad, where did you just go? Why did you suddenly bring a child back? Where did she come from?"

Beaming, the old man went and sat on the sofa, settling Candy on his lap.

"Where did she come from? She’s one of our Vaughn family, of course! Don’t you think she looks just like Damien when he was little? Come, everyone, come and meet her. Her name is Candy, and she’s three years old. Candy, this is your Second Great-Aunt, and this is your Third Great-Aunt. Go on, greet them."

Doted on by the old man, Candy was full of confidence. She obediently looked at the two elegant women and called out, "Second Great-Aunt, Third Great-Aunt."

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