The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 41

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Waldo and Corrine shared a knowing glance before Waldo teased, “We’d be happy to stay, but it seems you’d

rather we didn’t, eh?”

“You little rascal, always with a smart reply!” Carl said with a mix of annoyance and affection, lifting his cane as if to playfully threaten Waldo.

Rushing to intervene, Corrine clasped Carl’s arm. “Grandpa, blame me, not him. Please calm down.”

“I thought you’d erased us from your heart after being away for three years.” Carl let out a heavy sigh, his head tipping to one side as he fought the tears threatening to escape.

Corrine, overcome by the weight of his words, found tears streaming down her face.

She recalled how fiercely Carl had objected when she chose to marry Bruce, pointing out Bruce’s irresponsibility

and the clear differences between their families.

Back then, Corrine held a firm belief that love would triumph over any hurdle, a notion now proven bitterly

naive.

She deeply regretted leaving her family for a love that was never returned.

Sniffling heavily, she managed to say, “Grandpa, I’m sorry. You were right all along”

“Corrine, I never held it against you,” Carl responded tenderly, caressing her hair. “I’ve always told you that Bruce and his family weren’t worthy of you. You were stubborn, choosing him over your own family. It turns out, my concerns were valid. Not one of them is worth your time. You’re just like your mother; sometimes you need to see things for yourself to truly understand.”

Embracing Carl, Corrine settled into his arms as she did when she was a little girl. “Grandpa, I realize my

mistake. I won’t make the same errors again.”

With a gentle pat, Carl reassured her. “The most important thing is you’re home now.”

After calming down, Corrine brightened and suggested, “Grandpa, what would you like for lunch? Shall I make something special for you?”

“I want steak,” Waldo chimed in without hesitation.

“Ever thought of cooking it yourself?” Carl’s glare was ice-cold as he taunted, “You’re nearly forty, Waldo, and still without a wife. It’s embarrassing how you just live off of us.”

Softening his tone as he addressed Corrine, Carl suggested, “What if we prepare your favorite fried chicken for

lunch instead?”

A surge of nostalgia hit Waldo, making him feel like an outsider all over again.

At the lunch table, the men from the Ford family made sure Corrine’s plate was never empty.

“Eat up, you’re looking too slender,” Carl said.

Corrine, showing concern, stood and served Carl some soup. “You should eat as well, Grandpa.”