Imprisoned While Pregnant, She's Back for Payback novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415 Abel’s Grandpa

“Abel, just because Grandpa spoils you doesn’t mean you can do whatever

The woman’s voice was sharp.

“Mom, let’s eat first. Don’t keep Grandpa waiting.”

Demi pushed down a bit of nervousness and held onto her mother’s arm.

Abel smirked, shrugged, and walked past them toward the dining room.

Miranda stared at his back for a long time before sighing.

you want.”

She patted Demi’s hand. “At least you’re sensible. I don’t see why he even stays in Aetheris. Do you think we’d let some ordinary girl from there marry into our family?”

“I heard the one Abel brought back is from Krigan,” Demi said with a soft, gentle smile.

“Krigan?”

Miranda frowned even more. “Where on earth is that?”

Her voice rose in anger. “I never wanted him to go to Aetheris! He better not bring back random people! Don’t say I didn’t warn you. If that country bumpkin makes your grandpa upset, getting kicked out would be the easiest part of the fallout!”

Demi watched her mother’s outburst with obvious anticipation in her eyes.

She shook her mother’s hand. “Mom, Grandpa dotes on Abel. He’d never kick him out. And even if something did happen, I’d be there with you.”

Miranda glanced at Demi. “You still have to get married. I’d better spend more time talking sense into your brother.”

Then, she headed to the dining room.

Demi stayed where she was. The smile hadn’t faded, but on a closer look, her face was tense and her teeth grinding faintly.

She slowly clenched her hand, her sharp fingertips digging hard into her palm.

The faint sting felt like a jolt of electricity running through her.

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No matter how hard she tried or how much she flattered them, Abel was their only choice for heir.

Demi’s heart was filled with resentment.

She forced herself to smile and followed after them as if nothing was wrong.

The Shaw Residence’s dining room was just as luxurious. A long, custom–made table filled the room, covered with countless dishes.

There weren’t many people in the dining room. At the head of the table sat an elderly man, thin and aged, yet his eyes were sharp and full of life. He was Gideon Shaw, Abel’s grandfather. On both sides of him, a seat was left empty.

When Abel walked in, he sat down at his right hand.

Miranda followed right after and took the seat beside Gideon’s left hand.

Demi glanced at the remaining empty spot.

Her father wasn’t here tonight, but that seat was always reserved for him.

As she looked away, her gaze slid back to where Abel was sitting.

He skipped past all the other elders present and took the place right next to Gideon. That alone showed how much he was favored–no one else of their generation got that treatment.

Demi’s eyes darkened for a moment before she masked it and chose a seat close by.

“Abel, you finally remembered to come home?”

Gideon looked at the grandson sitting nearest to him, teasing him.

“Didn’t the family keep nagging me?”

Abel didn’t bother hiding why he came home,

“What? Who was nagging you? You’re old enough to choose, and you finally found someone you liked. If someone’s nagging you, they’re gonna scare away my future granddaughter–in-

law!”

Gideon instantly lost his temper and slammed his fork down on the table.

Abel just shrugged, neither agreeing nor denying.

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Gideon’s sharp gaze swept around the table, obviously blaming someone.

Miranda frowned, then quickly smiled. “He’s just messing around. You don’t have to go along

with him.”

She picked up the serving spoon and put some food on Gideon’s plate, trying to change the topic.

But Gideon wasn’t having it. He pushed the plate away. “Messing around? Is there anything in the world more important than Abel starting a family?”

Grandpa widened his eyes and looked straight at Abel. “Well? Tell me, which family’s daughter is it? I’ll back you up.”

Abel’s eyes lit up. “Really, Grandpa?”

He quickly poured him a cup of tea and even stood up to massage his shoulders with a fawning grin. “Grandpa, you’re not young anymore. You’d better keep your word.”

Gideon pretended to be annoyed, but he was grinning. “Would your grandpa lie to you?”

“No! Absolutely not!”

Before Abel could say anything more, Miranda cut in sharply.

The atmosphere at the table instantly turned tense.

Gideon stared at Miranda. “You’re not young anymore. Why are you still so hot–tempered?”

Realizing she had overreacted, Miranda squeezed the spoon she was holding and softened her expression. “You can’t say yes to Abel on this.”

“Oh?”