Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 678

“She really didn’t say a word, did she? She must have promised you to keep it all a secret.”

What an idiot.

That sweet idiot was still holding onto her promise, not willing to say anything. She wouldn’t tell him about the pain she went through, or how much she suffered.

She knew that if she told him, he’d blow up at Christian. To let things go smoothly between him and his grandfather, she just kept quiet.

Julian’s eyes were cold and hard as ice. “Can you just tell me, what exactly did Madeline do to deserve how you treat her?”

Christian’s reply was blunt. “You really don’t know? Her mother killed your father.”

“So that’s it. That’s your only reason? All these years, you can’t find a single mistake Madeline’s made? Am I wrong?”

Christian didn’t answer.

Julian let out a sharp, cold laugh. “So her only sin is being born as Shelly’s daughter.”

Christian’s eyes narrowed. “What are you trying to say? Yes, I started all this because I hated her. But I also did it for you. Your wife could have been Helene, or anyone, but not her—the daughter of my enemy.”

“So you let me hate her, push her away, make her suffer, all while I didn’t know anything. Because you figured that was the only way I’d never fall for her, that I’d eventually let her go. But even if I stayed with her, you’d still find a way to ruin it, just to get back at Shelly. All of your anger toward her mother, you put on Madeline.”

“If that’s what it is, so what? I lost my son because of her mother. I told you, you’re supposed to be the next in line for the Grayson family. A woman’s not supposed to be your weakness, or an obstacle. But look at you now—you only have eyes for Madeline. For her, you’ve gone against me over and over, done reckless things. Each one of those is reason enough for me to get her away from you however I can.”

Julian’s hands were balled into fists, his eyes dark and deep. “If it wasn’t for Madeline, I’d be dead already.”

“And because of her mother, my son is dead,” Christian spat back.

Julian’s laugh was bitter. “Fine. You want to keep hating her, go ahead. But she’s the one who saved my life. I’ll owe her forever. If it comes to it, I’ll give her my kidney right back.”

“What are you doing? Julian, get back here!” Christian was shouting now, his face red with anger. He knew how wild his grandson could get—every crazy thing, he’d try.

Julian could only shake his head. “You can hate her as much as you want, but the minute I try to make things right for her, that’s where you draw the line? Grandfather, tell me, is that fair to her?”

“If you step out that door today, don’t bother coming back. Leave, and you’re not the heir anymore. Think about it. Is a woman really worth all this?”

“She’s not just a woman.” Julian’s voice was quiet, but steady. “She’s my wife. She’s the mother of my child. Grandfather, we’ve owed her too much for too long. Even my life isn’t enough to pay it back. And the Grayson family doesn’t have to be mine. You have Matthew, you have Lincoln, Denise if you’re desperate.”

Julian reached out and gently took the wheelchair handles.

“Julian, what happened with you and your grandfather this time?”

“I know what I’m doing. You don’t need to worry, and you don’t need to talk me out of it. You can’t.”

Lucy sighed, looking defeated. “Where are we going?”

“I’m just taking you somewhere better. Somewhere comfortable.”

After getting Lucy settled in the car, Julian pulled out his phone and called Miles.

“I need a doctor. An eye specialist.”

“Boss, is it Ms. Monroe? Does she need another eye exam?”

There was a pause. Julian exhaled. “No. It’s for me.”