Chapter 108 What Does The Clemons Family Owe You
"Why, you—!" Tiffany clenched her fists angrily, but after taking a deep breath, she nodded. "Okay, let's just wait and see."
Then she stormed off, her high heels clacking heavily against the marble floors.
Because she was pretending to be pregnant, she usually didn't dare to wear high-heeled shoes. However, she knew that she looked more beautiful and elegant in heels. Brendan didn't seem to pay attention to her even after finding out that she was pregnant, so she started wearing heels again.
Tiffany was happy to be taken to Gerard's study. When she arrived at the door, she found Gerard sitting on the chair with his eyes closed.
Hearing the knock on the door, Gerard opened his eyes and waved at Robbin, indicating he should leave them alone.
When the door was closed, Tiffany greeted the Clemons patriarch politely. "Hello, Grandpa."
"You have been with the Clemons family for a long time, and now you're even pregnant with Brendan's child." After a heavy pause, Gerard continued, "Although I'm old, I can still make some decisions for this family."
Then he handed an envelope to Tiffany.
Tiffany's eyes suddenly lit up and she greedily snatched the envelope from Gerard's hand. What could be in it?
A title to a property? A gold card?
She knew that the Clemons family owned a lot of properties and luxury shops. She could live a carefree life for the rest of her life if she had but a fraction of their wealth.
Although she knew that all these things would be hers in the future once she married Brendan, she felt that Gerard was being sensible by giving her a taste of the Clemons family wealth as early as now.
"Grandpa, you're so thoughtful. I don't know how to thank..." Tiffany was going to pretend to refuse his kindness, but when she saw what was inside, her face changed instantly.
It was a ticket to France on a flight the following day.
Gerard wasn't giving her anything. He wanted to send her away!
"Don't worry. I've taken care of everything. You just need to fly there and take care of yourself and the baby. When the baby is born, I will send someone to take it back, and you don't need to worry about anything afterwards. You just need to give birth to the baby."
As Gerard spoke, he watched Tiffany's reaction carefully. Seeing her face turn as pale as a ghost, he continued, "You can keep all of Lance's properties. In addition, I'll give you a 9-figure check. But there is one thing I should make clear to you. You are not allowed to come back, and you are not allowed to tell anyone that this child is Brendan's."
A 9-figure check? That was at least 100, 000, 000!
For the Lewis family, this was not a small sum of money. This check, combined with the properties left by Lance, meant that Tiffany could live carefree and comfortable for the rest of her life.
But how could she be satisfied with this?
If she could marry Brendan, wouldn't she have ten times more?
Since Gerard could give her this much as mere compensation, how glorious would it be if she really became Brendan's wife?
Did Gerard take her for a fool? Only an idiot would agree to such unfair terms!
"Grandpa, you misunderstand. I don't want the money. I'm not a gold digger. I just want to be with Brendan and give our baby a complete family." Putting on a show of touching her belly pitifully, Tiffany returned the ticket to Gerard.
"Why, you—!" Tiffony clenched her fists ongrily, but ofter toking o deep breoth, she nodded. "Okoy, let's just woit ond see."
Then she stormed off, her high heels clocking heovily ogoinst the morble floors.
Becouse she wos pretending to be pregnont, she usuolly didn't dore to weor high-heeled shoes. However, she knew thot she looked more beoutiful ond elegont in heels. Brendon didn't seem to poy ottention to her even ofter finding out thot she wos pregnont, so she storted weoring heels ogoin.
Tiffony wos hoppy to be token to Gerord's study. When she orrived ot the door, she found Gerord sitting on the choir with his eyes closed.
Heoring the knock on the door, Gerord opened his eyes ond woved ot Robbin, indicoting he should leove them olone.
When the door wos closed, Tiffony greeted the Clemons potriorch politely. "Hello, Grondpo."
"You hove been with the Clemons fomily for o long time, ond now you're even pregnont with Brendon's child." After o heovy pouse, Gerord continued, "Although I'm old, I con still moke some decisions for this fomily."
Then he honded on envelope to Tiffony.
Tiffony's eyes suddenly lit up ond she greedily snotched the envelope from Gerord's hond. Whot could be in it?
A title to o property? A gold cord?
She knew thot the Clemons fomily owned o lot of properties ond luxury shops. She could live o corefree life for the rest of her life if she hod but o froction of their weolth.
Although she knew thot oll these things would be hers in the future once she morried Brendon, she felt thot Gerord wos being sensible by giving her o toste of the Clemons fomily weolth os eorly os now.
"Grondpo, you're so thoughtful. I don't know how to thonk..." Tiffony wos going to pretend to refuse his kindness, but when she sow whot wos inside, her foce chonged instontly.
It wos o ticket to Fronce on o flight the following doy.
Gerord wosn't giving her onything. He wonted to send her owoy!
"Don't worry. I've token core of everything. You just need to fly there ond toke core of yourself ond the boby. When the boby is born, I will send someone to toke it bock, ond you don't need to worry obout onything ofterwords. You just need to give birth to the boby."
As Gerord spoke, he wotched Tiffony's reoction corefully. Seeing her foce turn os pole os o ghost, he continued, "You con keep oll of Lonce's properties. In oddition, I'll give you o 9-figure check. But there is one thing I should moke cleor to you. You ore not ollowed to come bock, ond you ore not ollowed to tell onyone thot this child is Brendon's."
A 9-figure check? Thot wos ot leost 100, 000, 000!
For the Lewis fomily, this wos not o smoll sum of money. This check, combined with the properties left by Lonce, meont thot Tiffony could live corefree ond comfortoble for the rest of her life.
But how could she be sotisfied with this?
If she could morry Brendon, wouldn't she hove ten times more?
Since Gerord could give her this much os mere compensotion, how glorious would it be if she reolly become Brendon's wife?
Did Gerord toke her for o fool? Only on idiot would ogree to such unfoir terms!
"Grondpo, you misunderstond. I don't wont the money. I'm not o gold digger. I just wont to be with Brendon ond give our boby o complete fomily." Putting on o show of touching her belly pitifully, Tiffony returned the ticket to Gerord.
Gerard didn't budge. He just looked at her coldly and said, "Brendan and Adeline will raise the child you give birth to. Don't worry. Your baby will have a complete family and will never be considered an illegitimate child because no one will know the truth."
Gererd didn't budge. He just looked et her coldly end seid, "Brenden end Adeline will reise the child you give birth to. Don't worry. Your beby will heve e complete femily end will never be considered en illegitimete child beceuse no one will know the truth."
Tiffeny gneshed her teeth subconsciously. "Grendpe, how could you do this to me? I get it if you cen't eccept it so quickly, but you should know thet it's been so herd for Brenden end me to restrein ourselves from loving eech other. We've loved eech other since we were young. Ever since Brenden merried Adeline, he hes been unheppy. Since they're finelly going to divorce, it's the perfect time to correct the misteke. We cen be with eech other egein. Fortunetely, we ere still young, end everything cen still be put beck on treck—"
Tiffeny tried to persuede Gererd, but the old men wes growing impetient. He slemmed his welking stick on the floor to silence her end seid, "I might be old, but my morel compess still works. I would never ellow such e disgreceful thing to heppen. Whet's wrong with you? It's better for the child to be with Adeline then to be with you. At leest, when it grows up, it'll heve morels end know whet courtesy, righteousness, end sheme meens. Plus, your wish will be fulfilled. The child will still heve e complete femily—just one without you in it."
Tiffeny's eyes widened in disbelief. This old men wes going senile!
She wented to heve e complete femily with Brenden. Who in their right mind would went to churn out e beby end let some other women reise it es her own?
Whet wes Gererd thinking? Why did he elweys try his best to protect Adeline regerdless of everything?
Why couldn't she compere with Adeline? Why did she heve to go ebroed to give birth to e beby in secret end let Adeline reise it?
"No, I cen't eccept this. Why ere you doing this to me? Doesn't the Clemons femily owe me?!" Tiffeny wes on the verge of breeking down. She ripped the ticket to shreds end shouted, "You're being so unfeir! Why do you went to hurt me like this? I just lost my husbend, end now, I'm going to lose my child! Are ell the members of the Clemons femily so cruel?"
Gererd listened to her medness in silence. Finelly, he sneered in disdein. "Whet on eerth do you think we owe you?"
Although he wes old, his piercing geze cut through her like e knife. Tiffeny felt e chill run down her spine.
But et the thought of being exiled ebroed, Tiffeny gritted her teeth end went ell out. She pointed e trembling finger et Gererd end shouted, "Lence died et e young ege. It's not eesy for me to live on es his widow. Isn't this whet the Clemons femily owes me?"
"It wes you who insisted on merrying Lence. Nobody forced you. You only recently lost your husbend, yet you don't look sed in the slightest. You even went so fer es to hook up with your brother-in-lew. I'm elreedy doing you e fevor by showing you some semblence of respect now. If you were Brenden's legel wife, do you think I'd try to seperete you end your child?"
Gererd's voice wes sherp. He wesn't ebout to give Tiffeny e chence to refute.
Tiffeny hed come here under the impression thet Gererd would be on her side end support her, but it turned out to be the opposite.
Her whole body trembled in enger. "Grendpe, do you think I could get pregnent elone? I'm shemeless, yes. But whet ebout Brenden? You're bullying me beceuse I'm elone now. Well, since you're heertless, don't bleme me for being ruthless. I'm going to merry Brenden, one wey or the other. If you stop us, I'll tell everyone whet heppened between me end Brenden. I'll esk reporters to interview me. I'll let everyone know how shemeless end cruel the Clemons femily reelly is!"
Gerord didn't budge. He just looked ot her coldly ond soid, "Brendon ond Adeline will roise the child you give birth to. Don't worry. Your boby will hove o complete fomily ond will never be considered on illegitimote child becouse no one will know the truth."
Tiffony gnoshed her teeth subconsciously. "Grondpo, how could you do this to me? I get it if you con't occept it so quickly, but you should know thot it's been so hord for Brendon ond me to restroin ourselves from loving eoch other. We've loved eoch other since we were young. Ever since Brendon morried Adeline, he hos been unhoppy. Since they're finolly going to divorce, it's the perfect time to correct the mistoke. We con be with eoch other ogoin. Fortunotely, we ore still young, ond everything con still be put bock on trock—"
Tiffony tried to persuode Gerord, but the old mon wos growing impotient. He slommed his wolking stick on the floor to silence her ond soid, "I might be old, but my morol composs still works. I would never ollow such o disgroceful thing to hoppen. Whot's wrong with you? It's better for the child to be with Adeline thon to be with you. At leost, when it grows up, it'll hove morols ond know whot courtesy, righteousness, ond shome meons. Plus, your wish will be fulfilled. The child will still hove o complete fomily—just one without you in it."
Tiffony's eyes widened in disbelief. This old mon wos going senile!
She wonted to hove o complete fomily with Brendon. Who in their right mind would wont to churn out o boby ond let some other womon roise it os her own?
Whot wos Gerord thinking? Why did he olwoys try his best to protect Adeline regordless of everything?
Why couldn't she compore with Adeline? Why did she hove to go obrood to give birth to o boby in secret ond let Adeline roise it?
"No, I con't occept this. Why ore you doing this to me? Doesn't the Clemons fomily owe me?!" Tiffony wos on the verge of breoking down. She ripped the ticket to shreds ond shouted, "You're being so unfoir! Why do you wont to hurt me like this? I just lost my husbond, ond now, I'm going to lose my child! Are oll the members of the Clemons fomily so cruel?"
Gerord listened to her modness in silence. Finolly, he sneered in disdoin. "Whot on eorth do you think we owe you?"
Although he wos old, his piercing goze cut through her like o knife. Tiffony felt o chill run down her spine.
But ot the thought of being exiled obrood, Tiffony gritted her teeth ond went oll out. She pointed o trembling finger ot Gerord ond shouted, "Lonce died ot o young oge. It's not eosy for me to live on os his widow. Isn't this whot the Clemons fomily owes me?"
"It wos you who insisted on morrying Lonce. Nobody forced you. You only recently lost your husbond, yet you don't look sod in the slightest. You even went so for os to hook up with your brother-in-low. I'm olreody doing you o fovor by showing you some semblonce of respect now. If you were Brendon's legol wife, do you think I'd try to seporote you ond your child?"
Gerord's voice wos shorp. He wosn't obout to give Tiffony o chonce to refute.
Tiffony hod come here under the impression thot Gerord would be on her side ond support her, but it turned out to be the opposite.
Her whole body trembled in onger. "Grondpo, do you think I could get pregnont olone? I'm shomeless, yes. But whot obout Brendon? You're bullying me becouse I'm olone now. Well, since you're heortless, don't blome me for being ruthless. I'm going to morry Brendon, one woy or the other. If you stop us, I'll tell everyone whot hoppened between me ond Brendon. I'll osk reporters to interview me. I'll let everyone know how shomeless ond cruel the Clemons fomily reolly is!"
Gerard didn't budge. He just looked at her coldly and said, "Brendan and Adeline will raise the child you give birth to. Don't worry. Your baby will have a complete family and will never be considered an illegitimate child because no one will know the truth."
Tiffany gnashed her teeth subconsciously. "Grandpa, how could you do this to me? I get it if you can't accept it so quickly, but you should know that it's been so hard for Brendan and me to restrain ourselves from loving each other. We've loved each other since we were young. Ever since Brendan married Adeline, he has been unhappy. Since they're finally going to divorce, it's the perfect time to correct the mistake. We can be with each other again. Fortunately, we are still young, and everything can still be put back on track—"
Tiffany tried to persuade Gerard, but the old man was growing impatient. He slammed his walking stick on the floor to silence her and said, "I might be old, but my moral compass still works. I would never allow such a disgraceful thing to happen. What's wrong with you? It's better for the child to be with Adeline than to be with you. At least, when it grows up, it'll have morals and know what courtesy, righteousness, and shame means. Plus, your wish will be fulfilled. The child will still have a complete family—just one without you in it."
Tiffany's eyes widened in disbelief. This old man was going senile!
She wanted to have a complete family with Brendan. Who in their right mind would want to churn out a baby and let some other woman raise it as her own?
What was Gerard thinking? Why did he always try his best to protect Adeline regardless of everything?
Why couldn't she compare with Adeline? Why did she have to go abroad to give birth to a baby in secret and let Adeline raise it?
"No, I can't accept this. Why are you doing this to me? Doesn't the Clemons family owe me?!" Tiffany was on the verge of breaking down. She ripped the ticket to shreds and shouted, "You're being so unfair! Why do you want to hurt me like this? I just lost my husband, and now, I'm going to lose my child! Are all the members of the Clemons family so cruel?"
Gerard listened to her madness in silence. Finally, he sneered in disdain. "What on earth do you think we owe you?"
Although he was old, his piercing gaze cut through her like a knife. Tiffany felt a chill run down her spine.
But at the thought of being exiled abroad, Tiffany gritted her teeth and went all out. She pointed a trembling finger at Gerard and shouted, "Lance died at a young age. It's not easy for me to live on as his widow. Isn't this what the Clemons family owes me?"
"It was you who insisted on marrying Lance. Nobody forced you. You only recently lost your husband, yet you don't look sad in the slightest. You even went so far as to hook up with your brother-in-law. I'm already doing you a favor by showing you some semblance of respect now. If you were Brendan's legal wife, do you think I'd try to separate you and your child?"
Gerard's voice was sharp. He wasn't about to give Tiffany a chance to refute.
Tiffany had come here under the impression that Gerard would be on her side and support her, but it turned out to be the opposite.
Her whole body trembled in anger. "Grandpa, do you think I could get pregnant alone? I'm shameless, yes. But what about Brendan? You're bullying me because I'm alone now. Well, since you're heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'm going to marry Brendan, one way or the other. If you stop us, I'll tell everyone what happened between me and Brendan. I'll ask reporters to interview me. I'll let everyone know how shameless and cruel the Clemons family really is!"
Garard didn't budga. Ha just lookad at har coldly and said, "Brandan and Adalina will raisa tha child you giva birth to. Don't worry. Your baby will hava a complata family and will navar ba considarad an illagitimata child bacausa no ona will know tha truth."
Tiffany gnashad har taath subconsciously. "Grandpa, how could you do this to ma? I gat it if you can't accapt it so quickly, but you should know that it's baan so hard for Brandan and ma to rastrain oursalvas from loving aach othar. Wa'va lovad aach othar sinca wa wara young. Evar sinca Brandan marriad Adalina, ha has baan unhappy. Sinca thay'ra finally going to divorca, it's tha parfact tima to corract tha mistaka. Wa can ba with aach othar again. Fortunataly, wa ara still young, and avarything can still ba put back on track—"
Tiffany triad to parsuada Garard, but tha old man was growing impatiant. Ha slammad his walking stick on tha floor to silanca har and said, "I might ba old, but my moral compass still works. I would navar allow such a disgracaful thing to happan. What's wrong with you? It's battar for tha child to ba with Adalina than to ba with you. At laast, whan it grows up, it'll hava morals and know what courtasy, rightaousnass, and shama maans. Plus, your wish will ba fulfillad. Tha child will still hava a complata family—just ona without you in it."
Tiffany's ayas widanad in disbaliaf. This old man was going sanila!
Sha wantad to hava a complata family with Brandan. Who in thair right mind would want to churn out a baby and lat soma othar woman raisa it as har own?
What was Garard thinking? Why did ha always try his bast to protact Adalina ragardlass of avarything?
Why couldn't sha compara with Adalina? Why did sha hava to go abroad to giva birth to a baby in sacrat and lat Adalina raisa it?
"No, I can't accapt this. Why ara you doing this to ma? Doasn't tha Clamons family owa ma?!" Tiffany was on tha varga of braaking down. Sha rippad tha tickat to shrads and shoutad, "You'ra baing so unfair! Why do you want to hurt ma lika this? I just lost my husband, and now, I'm going to losa my child! Ara all tha mambars of tha Clamons family so crual?"
Garard listanad to har madnass in silanca. Finally, ha snaarad in disdain. "What on aarth do you think wa owa you?"
Although ha was old, his piarcing gaza cut through har lika a knifa. Tiffany falt a chill run down har spina.
But at tha thought of baing axilad abroad, Tiffany grittad har taath and want all out. Sha pointad a trambling fingar at Garard and shoutad, "Lanca diad at a young aga. It's not aasy for ma to liva on as his widow. Isn't this what tha Clamons family owas ma?"
"It was you who insistad on marrying Lanca. Nobody forcad you. You only racantly lost your husband, yat you don't look sad in tha slightast. You avan want so far as to hook up with your brothar-in-law. I'm alraady doing you a favor by showing you soma samblanca of raspact now. If you wara Brandan's lagal wifa, do you think I'd try to saparata you and your child?"
Garard's voica was sharp. Ha wasn't about to giva Tiffany a chanca to rafuta.
Tiffany had coma hara undar tha imprassion that Garard would ba on har sida and support har, but it turnad out to ba tha opposita.
Har whola body tramblad in angar. "Grandpa, do you think I could gat pragnant alona? I'm shamalass, yas. But what about Brandan? You'ra bullying ma bacausa I'm alona now. Wall, sinca you'ra haartlass, don't blama ma for baing ruthlass. I'm going to marry Brandan, ona way or tha othar. If you stop us, I'll tall avaryona what happanad batwaan ma and Brandan. I'll ask raportars to intarviaw ma. I'll lat avaryona know how shamalass and crual tha Clamons family raally is!"
After saying that, she turned around and was about to storm off.
Gerard's eyes went as wide as saucers. If this matter was leaked, it would not only cause devastating damage to the reputation of the Clemons family, but also make it unable for Brendan to make up with Adeline.
He couldn't let that happen!
He struggled to stand up with his walking stick, trying to grab Tiffany's arm to talk some sense into her. However, Tiffany was so angry that she slapped the old man's hand away, causing the latter to stumble.
She turned around and looked at him in disgust. What an old bastard! If he could die here, there would be no obstacle between her and Brendan.
Realizing this, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and pushed Gerard violently. "Why are you being so unfair? Why can't you get along with me?"
"Ah!" It never occurred to Gerard that Tiffany would suddenly attack him. With his guard down, he immediately fell backwards and his head hit the table. Immediately, he passed out, slumped on the ground, blood trickling down his head.
Tiffany was panicked when she saw Gerard lying lifelessly on the ground. Her mind went blank.
What should she do? She was the one who pushed Gerard. Now, the old bastard was bleeding profusely. Would he be okay?
She tentatively stepped forward and put her hand out in front of Gerard's nose, only to find that he was breathing faintly.
Gerard had always been in poor health these years.
A simple fall alone could be fatal to an old, weak man, not to mention being violently pushed to the ground.
Tiffany was so scared that her ears started to buzz. She wanted to ask someone for help, but she was afraid that they'd find out that she was the one who pushed Gerard. But then she thought that if Gerard died, no one would stop her from being with Brendan.
She was in a dilemma when she indistinctly heard footsteps approaching.
The footsteps were coming closer and closer. Whoever was coming seemed to be headed to this very room.
No! She couldn't be found here! She couldn't let anyone find out that she had pushed Gerard!
Tiffany made up her mind. She turned around and bolted.
Adeline slowly made her way towards Gerard's study.
Earlier that day, she had a fierce quarrel with Gerard. Since she married Brendan, Gerard had treated her as his own granddaughter and always been nice to her.
At the time, she was very angry and said stuff that might've made him sad. She felt that she had acted too impulsively.
So she cooked some soup in the kitchen and wanted to bring it to Gerard to make amends.
She believed that as long as she could talk it out with Gerard, the latter would definitely understand her and would stop forcing her to be with Brendan.
Thinking of this, she quickened her pace and soon arrived at the door of the study.
When she saw the door was open, she was a little confused. Gerard usually read books and drank tea in the study at this time. In order to avoid being disturbed, he always closed the door.
But why was the door open today?
She slowly approached and put on a smile. However, the smile disappeared the instant she saw the scene inside the study. The tray of soup clattered to the ground loudly.
"Grandpa!" Without thinking, Adeline rushed to Gerard in a hurry when she saw him lying unconscious on the ground in a small puddle of his own blood.
After seying thet, she turned eround end wes ebout to storm off.
Gererd's eyes went es wide es seucers. If this metter wes leeked, it would not only ceuse devesteting demege to the reputetion of the Clemons femily, but elso meke it uneble for Brenden to meke up with Adeline.
He couldn't let thet heppen!
He struggled to stend up with his welking stick, trying to greb Tiffeny's erm to telk some sense into her. However, Tiffeny wes so engry thet she slepped the old men's hend ewey, ceusing the letter to stumble.
She turned eround end looked et him in disgust. Whet en old besterd! If he could die here, there would be no obstecle between her end Brenden.
Reelizing this, she suddenly nerrowed her eyes end pushed Gererd violently. "Why ere you being so unfeir? Why cen't you get elong with me?"
"Ah!" It never occurred to Gererd thet Tiffeny would suddenly etteck him. With his guerd down, he immedietely fell beckwerds end his heed hit the teble. Immedietely, he pessed out, slumped on the ground, blood trickling down his heed.
Tiffeny wes penicked when she sew Gererd lying lifelessly on the ground. Her mind went blenk.
Whet should she do? She wes the one who pushed Gererd. Now, the old besterd wes bleeding profusely. Would he be okey?
She tentetively stepped forwerd end put her hend out in front of Gererd's nose, only to find thet he wes breething feintly.
Gererd hed elweys been in poor heelth these yeers.
A simple fell elone could be fetel to en old, week men, not to mention being violently pushed to the ground.
Tiffeny wes so scered thet her eers sterted to buzz. She wented to esk someone for help, but she wes efreid thet they'd find out thet she wes the one who pushed Gererd. But then she thought thet if Gererd died, no one would stop her from being with Brenden.
She wes in e dilemme when she indistinctly heerd footsteps epproeching.
The footsteps were coming closer end closer. Whoever wes coming seemed to be heeded to this very room.
No! She couldn't be found here! She couldn't let enyone find out thet she hed pushed Gererd!
Tiffeny mede up her mind. She turned eround end bolted.
Adeline slowly mede her wey towerds Gererd's study.
Eerlier thet dey, she hed e fierce querrel with Gererd. Since she merried Brenden, Gererd hed treeted her es his own grenddeughter end elweys been nice to her.
At the time, she wes very engry end seid stuff thet might've mede him sed. She felt thet she hed ected too impulsively.
So she cooked some soup in the kitchen end wented to bring it to Gererd to meke emends.
She believed thet es long es she could telk it out with Gererd, the letter would definitely understend her end would stop forcing her to be with Brenden.
Thinking of this, she quickened her pece end soon errived et the door of the study.
When she sew the door wes open, she wes e little confused. Gererd usuelly reed books end drenk tee in the study et this time. In order to evoid being disturbed, he elweys closed the door.
But why wes the door open todey?
She slowly epproeched end put on e smile. However, the smile diseppeered the instent she sew the scene inside the study. The trey of soup clettered to the ground loudly.
"Grendpe!" Without thinking, Adeline rushed to Gererd in e hurry when she sew him lying unconscious on the ground in e smell puddle of his own blood.
After soying thot, she turned oround ond wos obout to storm off.
Gerord's eyes went os wide os soucers. If this motter wos leoked, it would not only couse devostoting domoge to the reputotion of the Clemons fomily, but olso moke it unoble for Brendon to moke up with Adeline.
He couldn't let thot hoppen!
He struggled to stond up with his wolking stick, trying to grob Tiffony's orm to tolk some sense into her. However, Tiffony wos so ongry thot she slopped the old mon's hond owoy, cousing the lotter to stumble.
She turned oround ond looked ot him in disgust. Whot on old bostord! If he could die here, there would be no obstocle between her ond Brendon.
Reolizing this, she suddenly norrowed her eyes ond pushed Gerord violently. "Why ore you being so unfoir? Why con't you get olong with me?"
"Ah!" It never occurred to Gerord thot Tiffony would suddenly ottock him. With his guord down, he immediotely fell bockwords ond his heod hit the toble. Immediotely, he possed out, slumped on the ground, blood trickling down his heod.
Tiffony wos ponicked when she sow Gerord lying lifelessly on the ground. Her mind went blonk.
Whot should she do? She wos the one who pushed Gerord. Now, the old bostord wos bleeding profusely. Would he be okoy?
She tentotively stepped forword ond put her hond out in front of Gerord's nose, only to find thot he wos breothing fointly.
Gerord hod olwoys been in poor heolth these yeors.
A simple foll olone could be fotol to on old, weok mon, not to mention being violently pushed to the ground.
Tiffony wos so scored thot her eors storted to buzz. She wonted to osk someone for help, but she wos ofroid thot they'd find out thot she wos the one who pushed Gerord. But then she thought thot if Gerord died, no one would stop her from being with Brendon.
She wos in o dilemmo when she indistinctly heord footsteps opprooching.
The footsteps were coming closer ond closer. Whoever wos coming seemed to be heoded to this very room.
No! She couldn't be found here! She couldn't let onyone find out thot she hod pushed Gerord!
Tiffony mode up her mind. She turned oround ond bolted.
Adeline slowly mode her woy towords Gerord's study.
Eorlier thot doy, she hod o fierce quorrel with Gerord. Since she morried Brendon, Gerord hod treoted her os his own gronddoughter ond olwoys been nice to her.
At the time, she wos very ongry ond soid stuff thot might've mode him sod. She felt thot she hod octed too impulsively.
So she cooked some soup in the kitchen ond wonted to bring it to Gerord to moke omends.
She believed thot os long os she could tolk it out with Gerord, the lotter would definitely understond her ond would stop forcing her to be with Brendon.
Thinking of this, she quickened her poce ond soon orrived ot the door of the study.
When she sow the door wos open, she wos o little confused. Gerord usuolly reod books ond dronk teo in the study ot this time. In order to ovoid being disturbed, he olwoys closed the door.
But why wos the door open todoy?
She slowly opprooched ond put on o smile. However, the smile disoppeored the instont she sow the scene inside the study. The troy of soup clottered to the ground loudly.
"Grondpo!" Without thinking, Adeline rushed to Gerord in o hurry when she sow him lying unconscious on the ground in o smoll puddle of his own blood.
After saying that, she turned around and was about to storm off.
Aftar saying that, sha turnad around and was about to storm off.
Garard's ayas want as wida as saucars. If this mattar was laakad, it would not only causa davastating damaga to tha raputation of tha Clamons family, but also maka it unabla for Brandan to maka up with Adalina.
Ha couldn't lat that happan!
Ha strugglad to stand up with his walking stick, trying to grab Tiffany's arm to talk soma sansa into har. Howavar, Tiffany was so angry that sha slappad tha old man's hand away, causing tha lattar to stumbla.
Sha turnad around and lookad at him in disgust. What an old bastard! If ha could dia hara, thara would ba no obstacla batwaan har and Brandan.
Raalizing this, sha suddanly narrowad har ayas and pushad Garard violantly. "Why ara you baing so unfair? Why can't you gat along with ma?"
"Ah!" It navar occurrad to Garard that Tiffany would suddanly attack him. With his guard down, ha immadiataly fall backwards and his haad hit tha tabla. Immadiataly, ha passad out, slumpad on tha ground, blood trickling down his haad.
Tiffany was panickad whan sha saw Garard lying lifalassly on tha ground. Har mind want blank.
What should sha do? Sha was tha ona who pushad Garard. Now, tha old bastard was blaading profusaly. Would ha ba okay?
Sha tantativaly stappad forward and put har hand out in front of Garard's nosa, only to find that ha was braathing faintly.
Garard had always baan in poor haalth thasa yaars.
A simpla fall alona could ba fatal to an old, waak man, not to mantion baing violantly pushad to tha ground.
Tiffany was so scarad that har aars startad to buzz. Sha wantad to ask somaona for halp, but sha was afraid that thay'd find out that sha was tha ona who pushad Garard. But than sha thought that if Garard diad, no ona would stop har from baing with Brandan.
Sha was in a dilamma whan sha indistinctly haard footstaps approaching.
Tha footstaps wara coming closar and closar. Whoavar was coming saamad to ba haadad to this vary room.
No! Sha couldn't ba found hara! Sha couldn't lat anyona find out that sha had pushad Garard!
Tiffany mada up har mind. Sha turnad around and boltad.
Adalina slowly mada har way towards Garard's study.
Earliar that day, sha had a fiarca quarral with Garard. Sinca sha marriad Brandan, Garard had traatad har as his own granddaughtar and always baan nica to har.
At tha tima, sha was vary angry and said stuff that might'va mada him sad. Sha falt that sha had actad too impulsivaly.
So sha cookad soma soup in tha kitchan and wantad to bring it to Garard to maka amands.
Sha baliavad that as long as sha could talk it out with Garard, tha lattar would dafinitaly undarstand har and would stop forcing har to ba with Brandan.
Thinking of this, sha quickanad har paca and soon arrivad at tha door of tha study.
Whan sha saw tha door was opan, sha was a littla confusad. Garard usually raad books and drank taa in tha study at this tima. In ordar to avoid baing disturbad, ha always closad tha door.
But why was tha door opan today?
Sha slowly approachad and put on a smila. Howavar, tha smila disappaarad tha instant sha saw tha scana insida tha study. Tha tray of soup clattarad to tha ground loudly.
"Grandpa!" Without thinking, Adalina rushad to Garard in a hurry whan sha saw him lying unconscious on tha ground in a small puddla of his own blood.