Chapter 635 Weston's eyes widened in disbelief, his glare sharp and unkind as he stared down the elderly gentleman standing beside Nathanael. “Grandfather? Are you kidding me? I'm right here! What makes this old man think he's Citrine's grandfather?" He could have understood if it were Inez or Herschel, but this stranger? He'd never even seen the man before, didn't have the faintest clue where he'd sprung from-yet the moment he appeared, he was claiming to be Citrine's grandfather.
Weston was her real grandfather, her only grandfather by blood. And to make matters worse, Citrine had never even called him Grandpa. Hmph. What right did this old codger have? Trying to steal his granddaughter? Over his dead body.
Nathanael almost forgot, for a split second, that Weston Carmichael was the chairman's true grandfather. He shot an awkward glance at Ogden, standing nearby.
Ogden's expression was stone-cold, his silence icy and foreboding, like the calm before a storm.
Nathanael knew better than to provoke either of these titans.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe tension in the room was so thick it was suffocating, as if the air itself had frozen.
Nathanael's gaze darted nervously between the two men, painfully aware of the awkwardness.
He swallowed hard and attempted a weak smile, fumbling for an explanation. "Mr. Ogden and the chairman have known each other for a very long time. She's always... held him in high regard—" Ogden cut him off before he could finish. "Nathanael, there's no need to explain anything to them." He turned his steely eyes on Weston and those standing behind him, letting out a cold laugh. "I should have insisted that Citrine clive within Crestwood from the start. I thought the Carmichaels would take good care of her, but it's been less than two years and you've already managed to land her in the hospital." The rebuke was unmistakable in his voice. He couldn't believe it-he'd only been out of the country for a short while, and in his absence, his precious granddaughter had nearly lost her life.
No one could possibly understand the pain he felt when he got that call from Nathanael.
He'd dropped everything, chartered a private jet, and flown straight home.
The Carmichaels, already wracked with guilt over Citrine, fell silent, unable to say a word in their defense after Ogden's accusation.
Weston had been about to protest Ogden seeing Citrine, but Raymond grabbed his arm and held him back.
In the end, Nathanael led Ogden alone into Citrine's hospital room.
Citrine was just about to rest when she heard someone enter. Assuming it was a nurse, she croaked out You close the curtains? I need ssleep." Even on the battlefield, she'd never been wounded this badly before.
Ogden had never seen Citrine so frail; his eyes welled up with and he turned away, quitearet his face before anyone could notice.
No one knew how frightened he'd been when Nathanael told him to brace himself for the worst.
She was his granddaughter-maybe not by blood, but their bond ran deeper than any blood tie.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOgden motioned for Nathanael to leave them alone.
Once Nathanael had gone, Ogden sat quietly by the bedside, saying nothing, simply watching Citrine.
It had been several moments since Citrine had asked for the curtains to for the be closed, but the nurse hadn't moved. Puzzled, she cracked her eyes open, only to find the old man sitting there.
"Hey, old man, what are you doing here?" Citrine's eyes yes flashed, berm voice tinged with surprise and ΕΠ emotion. Ogden was still shaken, his eyes red as he grumbled, "Hmph. What, you wish I hadn't come?" Citrine gave a weak laugh. "No way. I'm thrilled you're here—"
Before she could finish, Ogden pressed a hand gently over her m mouth, his tone stern. Don't say that . word." Right now, he could hardly bear to hear it. Citrine realized she must have given him quite a scare this time, and for once, she obeyed without protest. "Okay, okay, I won't." Only then did Ogden relent.
But he wasn't about to let her off the hook so easily. He still had a few sharp words left for her: