The Billionaire's True Heiress: From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 229

The Churchill Estate was huge, but most days Padgett had the whole place to himself. Everyone else was always busy with work, so he didn’t get much company.

When Norris came home, he barely made it through the door before the dog ran over to greet him. The German Shepherd picked up his scent right away and rubbed its head against Norris’s leg. Norris bent down and gave him a pat. “Hey, Black.” His grandfather had picked the name. It was simple, easy to remember.

“Where’s Grandpa?” Norris asked. Black trotted off toward the sunroom, and Norris followed.

The wind was wild outside, so cold you could feel it through your bones. Padgett had retreated to the sunroom, warming himself by the fire. As soon as Norris and Black stepped inside, the cozy heat made Black flop down in a corner. An orange tabby was curled up at Padgett’s feet, sound asleep, barely even twitching when they walked in.

Padgett had been half-listening to music, half-dozing, but he opened his eyes as soon as he saw Norris. “Back already? Isn’t your training camp keeping you busy?”

Padgett never said it out loud, but he definitely had a soft spot for Norris. It wasn’t just because he was the oldest grandson—it was that spark, the same talent for math his youngest daughter had.

“The camp just started. It’s not too hectic yet. Plus, this year’s students are pretty good.” Norris didn’t mention Carr and his usual drama.

Padgett nodded, but something about Norris’s tone made him pause. “You didn’t come all the way back here just for that, did you? What’s going on?”

Padgett knew his grandson well enough to spot when something was off. Norris was always focused, always working. Even if the camp wasn’t busy, he’d spend his free time prepping for competitions. He never just dropped by.

“I think I met Melissa’s daughter at the camp. She’s the girl Owen saw at the airport.”

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