Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY BOYFRIEND'S GRANDFATHER: YES DADDY SERIES: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Christy stared at Franklin, her face creased with shock. Of all the places to bring her, she hadn’t expected this—a public proposal. She looked down at him, still on one knee.“Say yes! Say yes!” the crowd urged.Memories flashed through her mind—late-night talks, anxious pleas, the hope that one day he’d put a ring on her finger. Tears pooled, then spilled. But now, that dream felt hollow.“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I can’t.”She turned and walked away.The smile drained from Franklin’s face. For a moment he couldn’t move, stuck in a half-kneel as the crowd fell silent. Then he surged to his feet and rushed after her.“Christy! Christy!”She didn’t stop. He caught up and grabbed her arm. She turned, tears streaking down her cheeks, hurt written across her features. The anger in his voice vanished at the sight; his grip slackened without him noticing.Christy wiped her eyes and tried to steady her voice. “I used to pray for this day,” she said. “A day we’d take this step and promi

Winchester’s face fell as Franklin’s broken voice reached him. It tugged at his heart, but he steadied himself and spoke gently. “Son, don’t ever give up on love. No matter what, we’ll find the one meant for us—and we’ll love them deeply in return.”“Okay, Grandpa,” Franklin said, and hung up.Winchester knew it wouldn’t be easy to reach him, so he didn’t push further. Instead, he called Christy.She didn’t pick up on the first ring. He waited and tried again. After a while, she answered.“Hey,” Winchester said softly.“Baby,” came Christy’s tired voice. She had been crying.“You don’t have to hide,” he told her calmly. “It’s normal to be sad and to cry. Just know I’m here for you, okay?”“Thank you,” Christy mumbled.Winchester ended the call without saying more.After hanging up on his grandfather, Franklin lay on the balcony couch, staring at the moon. He didn’t look away. Tears slid down his cheeks. He closed his eyes—and when he opened them again, dawn had come.“Are you going to

Franklin suddenly understood what she meant. He looked at her apologetically and said, “I’m sorry.”Karen pulled him into a hug. “I know how frustrating it can be,” she murmured.The moment Christy stepped into Winchester’s room, he drew her into his arms and lowered his head. His mouth found hers in a fierce, deep kiss, his tongue brushing against hers as he pulled her closer by the waist.When he finally broke the kiss, he traced her swollen lips with his thumb and said softly, “I missed you so much.”Christy stared up at him, dazed. She licked her lower lip, a smile tugging at her mouth. “I missed you even more.”Winchester chuckled. “Come here,” he said, guiding her to the bed. He shut the door, took her hand, and helped her sit. Leaning in, he pecked her cheek. “Do you think we should tell Franklin you’re pregnant?”Christy considered it. After a moment, she said, “I don’t know if you should. Karen is a great girl—he’ll be fine with her by his side.”Winchester nodded. “Let’s go

Winchester was still reaching for the door when Christy slipped into her car and sped away. He could only watch, helpless, as her taillights vanished beyond the gates of the mansion.She drove straight home, stepped out, and closed herself inside. She didn’t come out again.Dusk sank into a storm. Clouds swallowed the sky. Lightning stitched a jagged seam across the darkness, and thunder rolled so hard it rattled the windows. Trees bowed and whipped in the wind as a cold rush swept the streets. Then the rain came—sudden and heavy.Franklin pulled up at the curb and killed the engine. He stepped into the downpour without a second thought. By the time he reached her walkway, he was soaked through, staggering from exhaustion and something deeper.“Christy!” he shouted, voice breaking. Thunder answered him, grumbling overhead.“Christy! Christy!”A light flicked on in an upstairs room. Christy appeared at the window, staring down at him. He lifted his face, fury tightening his features, f

Karen refused, her voice trembling but firm. “I want you. Please don’t leave me.”Tears slid down Franklin’s cheeks. He gently took her wrists, lowering her hands from his face. “I’m sorry, Karen,” he said softly. “I don’t deserve a beautiful soul like you.”He stood to leave. Panic flashed in Karen’s eyes; she sprang up and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. “I don’t care that your heart yearns for Christy,” she said, breathless and determined. “I will never give up on you, Franklin. I’ll wait for you. I’ll keep showing up in your life until you realize we’re meant to be. I hope you can tolerate me.”When she finished, she let him go. Franklin lowered his head and walked out. He slid into his car and glanced back at the doorway. Karen stood on the threshold, fists clenched, stubbornness etched across her face, her eyes brimming with determination.He looked away, focused on the road, and started the engine. “I hope you find someone who will love and cherish you even more,