Only Child

Taking a sip of water, Magnus said, “Granny, didn’t I already tell you? That house was mine to begin with, but it got auctioned off. After all kinds of complications, it ended up in Cecilia’s hands.”

“She should’ve given it back to you. How could she just a daughter, and not even a biological one—take over the Smith residence?” Heather huffed, clearly believing that family estates should be passed down to sons, not daughters. To her, there was nothing to debate.

Magnus understood she was getting old, and her beliefs were deeply ingrained.

“Granny, no matter what happens, you can’t cross her. She’s now the only heir to the Jamieson family and Nathaniel’s wife. I owe her a lot.”

Hearing that, Heather finally realized how serious things had gotten. “All right, I get it. I won’t offend her anymore. But,” she paused, “didn’t you say you were interested in that girl from the Rainsworth family? You think Cecilia could help you with that? I visited that family before, and honestly, the parents are unbearable.”

Magnus’ eyes flickered with something sharp. “If I can’t do it myself, Cecilia and Nathaniel can.”