The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1767

"Grandma!"

Perhaps it was the undeniable pull of blood, but Quentin didn't need the endless reassurances his mother had required. The moment he saw Queenie, he felt a profound, instinctual bond.

He called out to her without a second thought.

Tears spilled down Queenie's cheeks as her voice broke. "Oh, my boy!"

Only she knew the decades of heartbreak carried in that single cry.

She had spent half her life searching for her husband and son, only to be met with the crushing agony of their deaths.

Now, her only surviving grandson, a remarkably handsome young man, lay confined to a hospital bed with a shattered leg.

She had the wealth to whisk him out of the country for the absolute best rehabilitation care the world had to offer, but even that couldn't suppress the overwhelming surge of grief.

She and her husband had shared an unbreakable love, but she had never been able to stop him from dedicating his life to the military.

He was fiercely patriotic; she valued survival. They had chosen entirely different paths.

He had died on the battlefield, while she had built a corporate empire.

Their son had inherited his father's unwavering spirit. Though he hadn't died in combat, he had sacrificed his life in a disaster relief effort during peacetime.

Looking at the last remaining piece of her family, Queenie wept openly.

Quentin desperately wanted to get up and hug her, but his body refused. He couldn't even stand.

They said severe bone injuries took a hundred days to heal, and his fracture was particularly brutal. He wasn't allowed anywhere near the floor yet.

"Please don't cry." Quentin, entirely unequipped to comfort the weeping woman he had just met, felt a lump in his throat.

Queenie let the tears fall silently, offering no further wails of despair.

Everyone in the room waited with quiet respect, allowing her the space to release decades of pent-up emotion.

It didn't take long for her to compose herself. She wiped her eyes with a silk handkerchief. "I'm not crying out of sadness. I'm just so happy."

"Tears of joy, you understand?"

Claire and Pandora quietly slipped out of the room, leaving the newly reunited family to bond in peace.

Evie, utterly devoid of any social awareness, actually tried to stay behind.

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