s Winte

anddaughter. Aisha. The girl I had just seen crumpled on a hospi

on. Further, medical records from Deborrah Rose' s hospital stay five years ago confirmed that Christopher Winters was effectively sterile due to a childhood illness... We had an old blood

ler trash" past, to make sure he had a proper heir with a proper woman. And all along, the rightfu

d at my driver, my voice shaking

ked confused. "Sir? The gala begins

Aisha, being led into an unmarked social services vehicle. My grandd

-turn, tires squealing. We sped back towards the hospit

ere is she? Where is Aisha Henderson?"

cognized me. "Mr. Winters! I tried to contact your family. Aisha

cruel rejection. A wave of gut-wrenching regret washed over me, so

my assistant. "Use every resource. Wha

y nerves. "Grandpa! Where are you? The party' s starting! A

ia is already upset... and the investors are all present. It

d not forget. "Fine," I bit out. "But get me updates every five minutes. And tell th

grand ballroom. Guests mingled, their laughter tinkling like crys

e sharp. "And looking like you' ve just wrestle

andpa! My present! Where is it?" She held up a small, velvet box.

s greedy, expectant face. It was the ancestral pendant. The one passed down through generation

rison. These shallow, grasping creatures. They had stolen my granddaughter' s b

gone, right? Christopher said she tried to make Mom sick again. She'

parasitic child reaped the rewards. A wave of nausea, sharper than any I had felt in years, swept over me. The opulent ballroo

t box with gusto. She gasped in delight as the diamonds glittered. "Oh,

t for our little princess. A tru

Kaylee, preening, turned to a passing servant. "Take this dog bowl away im

d, stammered, "But, Miss Ka

etulant rage. "And everything she touched! Burn it! Destroy i

he sound of a man. It was the sound of a pat

the polite hum of conversation. Silence fell, thick and immediate, like a ve