The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 511

After hanging up, Marcus went through the photos one by one. Could the woman Grace mentioned be the one in these pictures?

Once Marcus returned to The Herbalist's Sanctuary, he went straight to see Charles.

As soon as he sat down, he placed the phone in front of his grandfather.

"Grandpa, the person tied to the number Grace gave us is the one who sent us those photos."

Charles gave Sheldon a look, and Sheldon immediately handed over his reading glasses. "Mr. Holden Senior, here you go."

"Thank you." Charles put on the glasses and carefully studied the photos, swiping through each one slowly. After viewing them all, he fell into a long silence.

"Grandpa, the woman in these photos—what's her relationship to you and Grandma?" Marcus poured himself a cup of herbal tea as he asked casually. "I've never met Grandma, but if I'm not mistaken, this woman is probably Grandma's biological sister, right?"

"Yes. She was your grandmother's younger sister," Charles finally said. "I put away all the photos of her from the house. Technically, you should call her your grandaunt. But she died many years ago—before your grandmother did.

"Your grandmother passed, and I was busy raising your father and Cassie. I didn't want to look at those photos anymore. Every time I did, they would bring back memories. I promised your grandmother I'd raise your father and Cassie well, and that I'd never remarry for the rest of my life.

"I did keep my promise never to remarry, but I failed to raise Cassie properly. When I die, I don't even know how I'll face your grandmother in the afterlife." As he spoke, Charles' eyes turned red. Maybe it was seeing those photos again that stirred emotions he could no longer suppress.

"I thought I wouldn't look at your grandmother's photo again until the day I died. I didn't expect it to show up in your hands."

"Grandpa, Grace said the person who coerced her into swapping the babies promised to make the Langley family the richest in Amberton—if she did what she was told. If the person behind this is Grandma's sister, do you still believe she's really dead?"

Marcus wasn't sentimental. He had no emotional attachment to someone he had never met. He was simply analyzing the photos and what truth they were trying to reveal.

"I'm certain she's dead. Your grandmother and I both attended her funeral."

"Grandpa, the way that woman looks at you in these photos—it's affectionate," Marcus said calmly. "So, I'd like you to tell me honestly—was there a love triangle between the three of you?"

"Nonsense!" Charles slammed the phone back down on the table. "Marcus, you're becoming more and more outrageous. Watch your words.

"She was your grandaunt, your grandmother's blood sister. Your grandmother and I had a deep, loving relationship. How could there be any talk of a love triangle? By asking this, you're insulting me and the dead."

"Am I?" Marcus picked up his phone and opened a message Natalie had sent him just two minutes earlier. "Then take a look at this girl, Grandpa."

Charles looked at the screen. It showed a 17 or 18-year-old girl, arms full of colorful plush toys, smiling so widely that her eyes nearly disappeared. That smile was practically identical to that of the woman in the photos—Marcus' grandaunt.

"Grandpa, can dead people give birth to children who look this much like them?" Marcus asked flatly. "Nat's going to bring this girl back with her."

"She looks too much like her," Charles murmured, stunned. "But Yvette… Yvette really died."