Chapter 348

Chapter 348 She’s Not Worthy

Desmond looked up, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Certainly. I’d be delighted.”

Noah’s mouth opened slightly. He wanted to speak further but Desmond interjected, “Having such a

clever granddaughter and becoming, in-laws with the Whitmans would be truly wonderful.”

Noah’s inner joy abruptly halted, his voice growing flat. “Joseph doesn’t treat Chloe well in the slightest.

He left her outside in the pouring rain.

”

“It’s common for young couples to argue. Who knows. Maybe it was Chloe who didn’t want to get into

the car,” Desmond replied.

“No, I saw Chloe today. Joseph mistreated her. There were bite marks on her neck,” Noah said.

A flush spread across Desmond’s face, “You shouldn’t pay close attention to such details, my

child.”

Noah subtly furrowed his brows. “Grandfather, do you really believe Joseph and Chloe are a good

match?

“They are well-suited in terms of social status and appearance,” Desmond replied.

“Well, if Chloe truly was your granddaughter, does that mean our childhood betrothal holds no weight?”

Noali’s eyes revealed a hint of obsession.

Desmond chuckled. “Chloe is a couple of years older than you. The two of you aren’t compatible. Let’s

discuss these matters after you graduate next year.”

Noah fell silent briefly before responding, “Understood, Grandpa.”

Desmond sensed that Noah was behaving unusually, “Is there something you’re unsure about

regarding the company?”

“No,” Noah replied then departed. He did not utter a word about the possibility of Chloe being Luciana’s

daughter.

Chloe was taking a nap when she heard her name being called out. Groggily, she opened her eyes and

saw Harold standing before her.

“Grandpa, why are you here?” Chloe’s mind instantly cleared and bolted upright.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the car accident, my dear?” Harold patted her shoulder, urging her not to

get too agitated.

Chloe’s eyes flickered. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Is that the reason?” Harold sighed and took a seat beside the bed. “I’ve brought that brat here too. I’m

well aware of the issues between Xavia and him. The Whitmans have truly let you down.”

Chloe looked up and spotted the man standing at the door. His hand was tucked into his pocket, his

eyes cold and menacing, his face devoid of emotion like a tranquil pond. The memory of the biting pain

on her neck resurfaced, sending a shiver down her spine.

“As long as I’m alive, I won’t allow Xavia to become part of the Whitman family. Chloe, can you

consider giving this brat a chance?” Harold’s words carried a sense of shame and a desire to retreat

from the world. Despite living a lifetime without any wrongdoing, he now found himself in the position of

seeking reconciliation for his grandson’s marriage, facing the imminent loss of his dignity.

Although the brat did not explicitly state it, based on his plot to carry out the amniocentesis plan in four

months, he knew that Xavia had orchestrated something behind the scenes. However, the brat had

also fallen into the trap, and there remained a lingering uncertainty about whether the child was indeed

his or not.

Upon hearing this, Joseph sneered before Chloe could respond. “This isn’t a chance I need. She’s not

worthy.”

Harold’s fury surged through his veins, causing his body to tremble. In a fit of rage, he snatched the

mug from the bedside table and flung it at Joseph, his voice filled with venom, You bastard!”

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Joseph made no effort to evade the incoming projectile, allowing it to strike him squarely. A dull pain

radiated from his forehead as he gingerly touched the spot, feeling warm blood seeping through his

fingers.