Chapter 262


    Janst thought “It was my fault“:


    She shouldn’t have doubled Gemid.


    With a flourish, Gerard slipped the amethyst bracelet around Janel’s wrist.


    Deep purple was her favorite color.


    J’s smile doepened. “Thank you, Gerry. I love it. You’ve grown into such a thoughtful young man.”


    Gerard grinned, Tim just happy you like it, Grandma. You mised me all by yourself. It’s only right that I


    show my gratitude.”


    At his words, a look of sheer contentment washed over J’s face


    She always knew that Gerard was a good, dutiful boy.


    Seeing that J’s anger had dissipated, Gerard continued, “Grandma, Im sorry for worrying you. It’s


    gettingte, and let me walk you to your room.”


    “Alright,” J nodded.


    The pair ambled off, a picture of harmony and warmth.


    Delia watched their retreating figures, her brows knitting together in frustration.


    She had thought there’d be a stormy confrontation.


    A rift between them,


    But, contrary to her expectations, not only was there no rift, but J’s affection for Gerard seemed to


    grow even stronger.


    Back in her room, Delia dialed Edna’s number.


    She didn’t say much, only reminding


    ng Edna t


    that Gerard had returned and J hadn’t exploded in rage


    After hanging up, Edna’s expression turned dark and dangerous, “ying games with me?”


    She had worked hard to sow discord between the two, only for Gerard to undo it with a mere


    photograph and bracelet, making J forget all the troubles.


    Edna was convinced that Gerard’s trip to Cloudcrest was to see Carole, and she would never believe


    otherwise


    It seemed she had underestimated Gerard.


    But no matter how clever he was, what could he do?


    After all, he was just a teenager.


    Edna’s eyes narrowed, and she was determined to be Jonah’s wife, bear his children, and push


    Gerard out of the Lindsay family for good.


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    In the Lindsay family mansion,


    As soon as Gerard reached his room, the smile vanished from his face. He grabbed his phone safely


    arrived in Capital City”


    “Home already?” Despite thete hour, Nanson replied promptly.


    “Yes, if you evere to Capital City, let me know. I know this ce like the back of my hand.”


    and texted Mr. Yeager, “Mr. Yeager, I’ve


    “Will do. My niece keeps talking about getting into Capital University. If she makes it, I let you know.”


    Gerard’s lips curved into a faint smile as he read the message.


    Being Nanson’s family must be nice.


    He wondered if his own mother had any siblings. If so, he might also have an uncle


    What would his uncle be like? Like Nanson?


    Lost in thought, Gerard eventually texted back, “I’ll be waiting for you in Capital City.”


    “It’ste. Get some sleep.”


    “Goodnight, Mr. Yeager.”


    After sending the message, Gerard headed off to the bathroom for a shower,


    In the blink of an eye, Valentine’s Day arrived, and Cloudcrest was bustling back to life.


    Students were returning to school.


    09:41


    Yeager’s Delicadea was reopening.


    Carole, unable to work with an injured hand, hired two extra hands and made herself responsible for


    supervising the shop. Though she Epuldn’t be hands–on, she kept busy by leaming French, even


    ying French songs during the shop’s lunch breaks.


    Hard work paid off


    In just ten short days, Carole could already manage basic conversations with foreign customers,


    Anthea, with her backpack slung over her shoulder, was off to school.


    But first, she made a detour to thepany.


    She rarely visited the office, so when she stepped into the CEO’s private elevator, the staff buzzed with


    curiosity.


    Who is that? She’s gorgeous. The CEO’s daughter?”


    heard our CEO’s only 27 this year.”


    “No way. Maybe that’s his girlfriend?”


    “Seems likely”


    “The CEO’s girlfriend is drop–dead beautiful.”


    These whispers floated around after Anthea had entered the elevator, so she remained blissfully


    unaware.


    She walked straight to Talbot’s office and knocked.


    “Come in.


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    Talbot’s voice beckoned from within.


    Anthea pushed the door and entered.


    Talbot, seated in his executive chair, was buried in paperwork, his brow furrowed. Thinking it was his


    secretary with more documents, he said without looking up. “Just put the files on the desk, and I’ll get


    to them in a bit.”