Chapter 453



Jenny had finally accepted that he had no intention of forming any bond with her. Her plan had failed. Now, she was thinking of finding his family, or if she could, she’d simply dump him back where she found him.

As far as she was concerned, she’d already done more than enough for him. She had been taking care of him for so long, feeding him well and keeping him under her roof.

As Jenny sat down, she pulled out the jade, turning it over in her hands with a mix of curiosity and greed. “What is this thing, anyway? I wonder how much it’s worth…”

Suddenly, Tyrone moved over with surprising speed, snatching the jade from her grasp. His eyes glazed over as he held it tightly, whispering, “Kallie, my Kallie, my granddaughter…”

Jenny’s temper flared, and she shoved Tyrone aside, her voice harsh. “What do you think you’re doing? That’s mine! Give it back!”

Tyrone stumbled but clung to the jade, his grip unyielding.

Jenny narrowed her eyes, a sly thought forming. She softened her tone, probing, “You recognize this, don’t you?”

Tyrone nodded slowly, his voice filled with longing. “This was my gift to my granddaughter. I love her so much…”

Jenny observed the distant look in Tyrone’s eyes, realizing his mind wasn’t always clear. A sly smile crept across her face as she saw an opportunity. “I’m your granddaughter,” she said, her voice softening as she leaned in. “Tell me your name, Grandpa.”

Tyrone looked at Jenny with a mix of hope and confusion. “Are you really my granddaughter?”

Jenny smiled sweetly and gestured toward the jade in his hand. “Of course, I am. Why would I have this? Grandpa, you’ve just gotten too old to recognize me. I’ve been searching everywhere for you.”

Tyrone’s brow furrowed, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. Something didn’t feel right, but he couldn’t quite place it.

Seeing his hesitation, Jenny’s expression trembled as she forced tears into her eyes. “Grandpa, why won’t you acknowledge me? I tried so hard to help you remember, but it’s never enough. Just take me home. I just want to return home with you.”

The sight of her tears tugged at Tyrone’s heart. He let out a heavy sigh, the weight of her sadness pressing on him. “Alright, I’ll take you back to the Nixon family, but first, I need to visit an old friend.”

Though Tyrone’s memories were hazy, seeing the jade had triggered something. He vaguely remembered having returned with his granddaughter and given her this jade, telling her it would be a token to recognize his friend if they ever crossed paths.

Tyrone struggled to recall what his granddaughter looked like, the memories slipping through his mind like sand.

Jenny quickly dried her tears and pulled out her phone, searching for “the Nixon family.” Her heart raced as she scrolled through the results, her eyes widening in disbelief.

If Tyrone’s words were true, she was on the brink of unimaginable wealth and power. But then it hit her—the real granddaughter of Tyrone was none other than Kallie, the woman who had humiliated her by the seaside.

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