Jordan was in his fifties—surely, at his age, he should know what lines could and couldn’t be crossed. Did he really not understand that?
And now he’d gone and bullied a sick child. If word got out, it would be an utter disgrace to the Quinn family.
Mrs. Quinn was livid. She couldn’t believe her mother-in-law could say something so cold and callous as, “He brought it on himself.”
“Yes, maybe Jordan made a foolish mistake, but he did it for the sake of this family! Besides, the boy’s perfectly fine now. Are you really going to turn your back on your own son for the sake of an outsider?”
Grandma Grace bristled. “The boy is fine because he’s lucky, that’s all. And for the record, he’s my grandson too—how’s he an outsider?”
“Grandson? Aurora shares no blood with that child,” Mrs. Quinn shot back, her anger deepening.
Aurora, that wretched girl, was actually willing to send her own father to prison over some stray child, who nobody even knew the origins of. She must have completely lost her mind.
Grandma Grace’s face changed abruptly. Leaning on her cane, she struggled to her feet. “What did you just say?”
Mrs. Quinn’s voice turned icy. “I said that child has nothing to do with Aurora. The test results are out—you know it as well as I do...”
She paused mid-sentence, staring at Grandma Grace in disbelief. “You’ve known all along, haven’t you?”
Aurora had lived with her grandmother for years. Surely, if Aurora had been pregnant or had a child, her grandmother would have known. But until now...
Mrs. Quinn drew in a sharp breath. What were they really up to?
“Mom, that boy... I don’t know why you and Aurora dote on him so much, but I have to get Jordan out of this mess. If you won’t help me, don’t blame me for doing what I have to.”
Grandma Grace sank heavily back into her chair. Did the entire Quinn family already know that Payne wasn’t Aurora’s child? What else did they know? Unease gnawed at her.
As for Mrs. Quinn’s threats, she barely spared them a thought.
Just then, a flustered maid rushed in. “Ma’am, Miss Aurora Quinn is here.”
Because of what happened yesterday, Mrs. Quinn had scolded the staff, insisting they notify her immediately if Aurora showed up.
“And Mr. Chambers is with her,” the maid added quickly.
Swallowing her resentment, Mrs. Quinn forced her tone to soften. “Aurora, your father knows he made a mistake. Just this once—can’t you forgive him? You know the company can’t run without him. This family still needs him.”
She even squeezed out a few tears for effect. “Mom, I know I said some awful things before. I was just worried, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You understand how I feel, don’t you?”
Aurora and Grandma Grace ignored her completely.
Mrs. Quinn’s cheeks burned with embarrassment and rage. She knew that saying anything else would only make her look more pitiful, so she turned and stalked out, her face dark.
Aurora looked at Daniel. “Could you give us a moment? I need to talk to Grandma alone.”
Daniel nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind him.
Grandma Grace let out a long sigh, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Aurora, why didn’t you tell me? Jordan and the rest—they know now. They know you aren’t Payne’s mother.”
Aurora stood frozen. “They know?”
Only two people should have known the truth: Louis, and Daniel. How did the Quinns find out?

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