The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

As if coming to the same conclusion, Gregory and Christina both turned their gaze to Brittany. Their eyes lit up with hope, as though their adopted daugliter embodied the key to the Sullivan family’s fatur.

“Brittany, our family’s future is counting on you” Gregory said with a warm smile, his tone laced with affection and expectation.

Bentany’s cheeks flushed crimson. Any lingering hesitation she had melted away in an instant. ‘Mr. Vanderbilt juû’t reaching out to me right now probably because he’s about to get married and doesn’t want to stir up any scandals beforehand

But may be, after his marriage, he’ll contact me agaht. That’s fine. I can wall‘

Seeing the smile return to Brittany’s face, Christina grabbed her hand and pulled her up with enthusiasm. Come on, let’s go, I’ll take you shopping for some new clothes.

“You never know when Mr. Vanderbilt might respond, and you can’t meet him without a stunning wardrobe rearly”

She pointed at Gregory, who had been observing quietly. “And everything’s on your father’s tab.”

Gregory nodded and chuckled, his indulgent tone unmistakable, “All right, all right, I’ll cover it. Go ahead”

Christina and Brittany, now arm in arm, exited the room with a shared excitement. Gregory watched them go, nodding in satisfaction as a sense of pride fackered in his gaze.

Yet, as they disappeared, a thought crossed his mind, unbidden and sharp. A beautiful face emerged in his memory–a face he hadn’t seen for a long time.

Paisley, my own daughter, is much premer Gregory’s expression darkened, his brows furrowing deeply.

But then came the bitter thought, one that soured his mood further. Too bad she’s so conniving No sense of loyalty or decency. That one… she’ll come crawling back when she’s hit rock bottom, begging me for help And when she does…

He smirked and thought. Til have Brittany help her out. Find her some small–time busmessman to marry, and that’ll be the end of it

The kindergarten was filled with children’s laughter and chatter, an atmosphere of carefree joy and excitement.

Yet, in the midst of it all, Serena barely seemed to pay any attention during class this morning. She clutched the portrait she’d taken from Paisley’s studio, her small hands gripping it tightly.

Even during lunch, she hardly touched her food, her mind far away, anxiously waiting for the moment when the afternoon free time would arrive.

Grayson couldn’t help but notice the crinkled piece of paper she was clutching in her hands, the edges bent, but still holding the image of a child drawn on it

The sight of it caught his attention, but he didn’t say anything. Serena, still trying to regain her breath, continued speaking without hesitation. “I brought the drawing. The drawing is of you”

In Paisley art studio, there were countless paintings and sketches, but only one portrait of Grayson. That one had stayed in Serena’s mind, its details vivid

Serena glanced from the drawing to Grayson and back again. “Yep, it’s him. It looks just like him. He is my brother”

Look. See! The picture proves it. I’m not lying. You’re my brother, Serena declared earnestly, her breath finally steady. She stood upright and extended the drawing toward Grayson, her small hands clutching the wrinkled paper with determination.

But before Grayson could react, Serena’s body suddenly jerked forward, her balance lost. A sharp push from behind sent her tumbling to the ground.

“You little brat. Why are you still bothering Sonny” came an angry voice behind her