Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 559

"Ms. Evangeline, with the way you're sneezing up a storm, you shouldn't be hanging around here. No matter how clean your clothes are, they'll pick up dust, and that's no good for your nose. Why don't you head downstairs and spend some quality time with your grandfather?"

Cole could not contain his excitement when he heard Evangeline was moving back home. He had finished all his chores early and was just lounging in the living room, eagerly awaiting her return.

The thought of his hopeful look made Evangeline's heart waver. Before she moved back, she had not given it much thought.

However, the idea of being around her grandfather all the time scared her. She dreaded the moment he might bring up Walter, such as why Walter had not visited with her pregnancy becoming more obvious with each passing month…

Julieta had been by Evangeline's side for months and could read her like an open book. She gave Evangeline's shoulder a reassuring pat and said softly, "Ms. Evangeline, your grandpa is getting on in years, and to put it bluntly, every day he's here is one less day we have with him.

"He woke up today, but who's to say about tomorrow? Would you want to miss out on precious family time over some jerk?"

Evangeline was struck by a wave of reflection. Cole was old and sickly. She blamed herself for being so headstrong, so focused on hiding her relationship troubles with Walter that she had overlooked the most important person—her grandfather!

Was everything she did not supposed to make him happy? Yet there she was, able to share joyful moments with him, and all she could think about was Walter…

Talk about unexpected surprises!

Evangeline's small hand gently rested on Julieta's, her gratitude shining through. "Mrs. Lewis, thank you so much."

Julieta smiled warmly and gave her hand a reassuring pat. "It's nothing, dear. You better get going now. Your grandpa has been waiting for you downstairs for ages."

Down in the living room of the old house…

Cole lounged on the couch, eyes glued to the television—or so it seemed. He was actually all ears for any sound from upstairs.

His beloved granddaughter was home, and he would get to see her every day then. How could he not be over the moon?