The old man’s sharp gaze pinned her in place.
Penny’s heart fluttered with anxiety as she lowered her head.
For a long moment, he said nothing, simply letting the silence stretch between them. At last, he looked away, his voice flat and unyielding. “Don’t let this happen again.”
He didn’t say anything more.
Both Penny and Lauren let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Thinking the ordeal was finally over, Lauren was just about to slip away when the old man suddenly spoke. “Lauren.”
Her heart skipped a beat; she froze and turned back. “Grandpa?”
He watched her steadily, his words heavy with meaning. “I appreciate your thoughtfulness. If you’d brought anything else, from anyone else, I wouldn’t have said a word. But that was something Anastasia sent. You’ve already taken enough from her—don’t touch what belongs to her again.”
A flush crept up Lauren’s cheeks. She bowed her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, Grandpa. I understand.”
He nodded. “Go on, then. Take care of your business.”
Only after Lauren’s figure disappeared down the hall did the old man slowly withdraw his gaze.
Cecilia’s daughter needed an heir. In that regard, Anastasia had been a disappointment, while Lauren was outstanding—everything he could hope for. There was no question in his mind that Lauren was the only suitable successor. Not even blood ties to Anastasia could change that.
Yet, for all his harshness, Anastasia was still his granddaughter. Even if he’d publicly declared he no longer recognized her as family, that didn’t mean she was fair game for everyone’s scorn.
Mrs. Brennan’s eyes were red-rimmed with worry. “Dear, Anastasia came all this way to see you. Maybe she’s changed for the better? Can’t we bring her back into the family?”
“No!” The old man’s answer was firm as stone. “The Brennans already have Lauren. What would it mean if we took Anastasia back now?”
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