Adrian let out a careless laugh.“Grandpa, you’re helping Claire lie to me now?“She knew I wouldn’t listen, so she dragged you into it?“Don’t worry about her. Whether her parents live or die has nothing to do with me.“I’m busy. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”Richard’s voice thundered.“What are you talking about? The people who died were your parents!”Adrian went silent for a split second.Then Vanessa’s voice cut in, light and playful.“Adrian, hurry up. I lost again. You owe me a drink, mouth to mouth.”His attention snapped right back to her.“Coming.”Then, into the phone, impatient, “Grandpa, I’ll talk to you later.”Click.The call ended.Richard seemed to age years in an instant.But the pressure around him only grew heavier.“Claire,” he said quietly, “we’ll handle the funeral together.”“As for Adrian… I’ll deal with him.“I’ll make sure he shows up.“And anyone responsible for this will pay.”I arranged everything.And had the divorce papers sent to Adrian.On
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