In the afternoon, Chloe Reed and Iris Yates returned from a shopping trip to find someone standing at their front door.
The man was leaning against the wall, his suit worn casually. He wasn’t wearing a tie, and the top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, giving him a roguish, untamed air.
"You damn scumbag, what are you doing here?!" Iris Yates saw him and wasted no time letting the curses fly.
Walker Grant didn’t spare her a single glance, his eyes fixed on Chloe Reed, who stood behind her.
"Come with me to the hospital."
Chloe Reed’s lips curled into a sarcastic sneer. "Why? So I can kneel and apologize to your nephew?"
It was as if seeing him made all her hackles rise; she would attack indiscriminately the moment he got close.
Walker Grant’s sharp brows furrowed. He straightened up, walked over, and seized her hand. "You’re not going to be kneeling and apologizing to anyone. Someone is going to be kneeling and apologizing to you."
He pressed the elevator button. The car hadn’t gone down, so the doors opened almost immediately.
Chloe Reed tried to pull her hand away, but he only tightened his grip, leading her into the elevator.
Iris Yates followed them in.
Walker Grant shot her an icy glare. "This has nothing to do with you. Get out."
But Iris Yates just tilted her chin up. "I’d like to see just how you’re going to make someone kneel and apologize to Chloe. If you can’t, then you’re just this!"
She held up her pinky finger.
Her disdain couldn’t have been more obvious.
Walker Grant couldn’t be bothered with her. He just kept holding Chloe Reed’s hand, unwilling to let go in the slightest.
She was still struggling, so he turned back to her. "Didn’t you already agree?"
At his words, Chloe Reed froze. Her expression soured, and the sarcastic glint in her glistening eyes intensified.
"That’s right. If you hadn’t brought it up, I would’ve forgotten."
’She had agreed to Judith Pierce’s demands; she still had to keep up appearances.’
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