"What is all this commotion?!"
A stern, elderly voice boomed from upstairs.
"Grandpa."
Isabella rose gracefully and walked over to help Old Mr. Cooper down the stairs, her brow furrowed with concern. "Grandpa, you have to do something about Liliana. She's fighting with Mom again, and now they're talking about calling off the wedding."
The word "again" was a masterful touch, painting Liliana as a spoiled brat throwing yet another unreasonable tantrum.
Liliana's mother, Elizabeth Hart, who was standing beside Old Mr. Cooper, was not pleased. "What are you talking about, Isabella? My daughter doesn't start fights for no reason."
"I'd wager it was Mrs. Cooper who provoked her again, wasn't it?"
Isabella pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
Her eyes, however, turned cold as she met Mrs. Hart’s defiant gaze.
Mrs. Hart mentally rolled her eyes. She had never liked the Cooper's adopted daughter and her phony, saintly act.
As her own daughter would put it—
Who are you trying to fool?
Old Mr. Cooper stroked his white beard, looking troubled. He wasn't fond of his daughter-in-law either.
She had the crude manners of the nouveau riche, something the Cooper family looked down upon, but her saving grace was giving them their only grandson.
Her womb had secured her status.
After a moment of silence, Old Mr. Cooper smiled and beckoned to Liliana. "Liliana, come here. Come to Grandpa."
"Whatever's wrong, you tell me, and I'll make it right."
Old Mr. Cooper and Liliana's grandfather had been the closest of friends. After her grandfather passed away early, Old Mr. Cooper had taken pity on her, treating her like his own granddaughter.
Liliana hesitated.
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