Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 368

“Grandma, I know my father hasn’t been here for you all these years, and I think that was wrong of him. But it’s not too late. We can make up for it together,” Antony continued, his tone earnest.

“If you’d like, I can stay and keep you company. But if you’d rather I didn’t, I won’t impose. Whatever makes you happy.”

He played the part of the considerate grandson perfectly, making it seem as though his only concern was her well-being, much like his older brother had. Hearing his heartfelt words, Mrs. Murphy felt her resolve waver. She studied him closely.

“The mistakes of the parents should not be visited upon the children,” she said finally, her voice soft but strained. “Thank you for coming to see me today. But I’m tired now. I need to be alone for a moment.”

Her sudden willingness to speak surprised everyone, though her words were simple. The truth was, his arrival had been so unexpected that she didn’t know how to react or what to think. A part of her desperately wanted to connect with this grandson she never knew, but he was a stranger, and she felt a wall of uncertainty between them.

“Antony, Grandma needs to rest. Let’s go outside,” Baron said, suddenly playing the part of the dutiful son. His demeanor was a stark contrast to his usual self.

Leonard and Marguerite followed them out, saying nothing. It was clear their grandmother needed space to process everything. As they were about to leave, Antony turned and called out to them.

He took Marguerite’s hand and led her away. She remained silent, sensing the turmoil inside him. She knew it wasn’t about the company or the threat of a new rival. It was the sudden appearance of this half-brother—a living, breathing reminder of his father’s affair, a child born while his parents were still married.

Though Leonard had never truly felt like a part of the Murphy family, he had always considered himself one of them. Now, he was being confronted with the fact that they had never seen him that way. His emotions were a tangled mess.

“Leonard,” Marguerite said softly as they walked down the hall, “he really doesn’t seem anything like his father.”