The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 446

Marcus wasted no more words on Wesley. He had no emotional attachment to this so-called father. Watching the man's helpless expression, he felt nothing.

No sympathy. No warmth.

Arriving first at Charles' door, he knocked firmly. "Grandpa, it is me. Marcus."

"Come in." Charles' voice was weary, tinged with an indescribable sorrow.

Marcus pushed the door open and stepped inside. Wesley followed closely behind.

"Grandpa."

"Father."

Both greeted him in unison. Charles waved a hand, signaling them to sit.

"Sheldon, make some coffee."

"Yes, Mr. Holden Senior."

Sheldon turned to prepare the coffee. Charles pointed to the seat across from him. "Sit down."

Marcus took his seat, and Wesley hurried to sit beside him.

"Marcus, if you have questions, ask. You have grown into a man I can entrust the family to," Charles said kindly.

"Grandpa, were you the one who poisoned my mom?" Marcus asked bluntly.

Charles shook his head. "No. I am not that kind of man."

"Was it Sheldon?"

Again, Charles shook his head. "No. Marcus, neither I nor Sheldon would do such a thing. You should not doubt us."

"If I shouldn't suspect you or Sheldon, then tell me, Grandpa. Who should I suspect? Should I suspect my father? Or Cassie?" Marcus' voice was sharp.

"It wasn't me! Marcus, how dare you suspect me? What right do you have? What evidence?" Wesley interrupted before Charles could respond. His voice rose in anger.

Marcus ignored him, his unwavering gaze locked on Charles. A brief twitch flickered across Charles' face, but he quickly masked it.

"Marcus, I raised you myself. I'm proud of the man you have become. I truly didn't know about this. If I had, I would never have let your mother suffer for so many years." Charles sighed.

"Grandpa, I understand that you didn't know at the beginning. But what about later? Even after realizing she was seeking treatment, even after witnessing her pain, you never thought to tell me the truth? Instead, you let me misunderstand her for years?" Marcus said, his eyes turning red with restrained anger.

"Grandpa, forgive me, but I fail to understand your actions."

"Back then, you were too young, and I had promised your mother I wouldn't tell you. As time passed, I simply grew accustomed to keeping it from you," Charles explained.

"Your mother said she would rather have you hate her than let you know she had changed. She didn't want you to carry that burden.