Anderson’s delicate face was filled with nothing but shock.

Worried that he might not have understood her, Gwynn added, “I’ve cut ties with the Templetons ever since I left four years ago!”

His sanity had all but snapped when he heard what she said.

His wife might as well have not been there at that moment. Staring right into Gwynn’s eyes, he asked, dazed, “What do you mean by cutting ties? Answer me, Gwynn! Your blood flows in my veins, and Grandpa’s blood flows in your veins as well.

“Even Lorian carries the Templeton gene within him. Pray, tell. How do you suppose you could cut ties with us?”

Gwynn was no longer a naive, young lady.

If this had happened in the past, she might’ve gotten furious over what happened. She’d be mad at the universe for treating her unfairly.

The reality, however, was that she was a mature lady now. She knew that the word ‘fair’ meant nothing to the universe.

Anderson was Archibald’s only grandson. The latter had poured his heart and soul into