Grandma doesnot know me then keep your hands off my villa

Chapter 9 In the conference room, Archer had lost a ton of weight. His face was gaunt, eyes sunken, nothing like the confident man he used to be. "Sloane," he said, his voice dry. "I know I screwed up. I really do... Please. Give me one more chance. For Poppy's sake..." I sat behind the wide desk, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the glittering city skyline behind me. Once, we'd stood together at this height, looking out over this city. "A chance?" I smiled faintly. "Archer, when you came here asking for a chance, did you ever think about giving Poppy one?" His face went white.

"I wasn't thinking straight. Felicity was so sick, I-" "So you chose to sacrifice Poppy?" I cut him off. "Archer, you know what I hate most? Not the affair. Not the bastard kid. Not even the betrayal. What I hate most is that you, as a father, could be that cold-blooded." 4 pened his mouth but said nothing. ou want a chance?" I leaned forward, hands folded on the desk. "Fine. I'll give you one. Go ask Poppy. If she's willing to forgive you, willing to call you Dad again, I'll consider letting you off the hook." Archer's eyes lit up like he'd just grabbed a lifeline. "Poppy... where is she?

I'll go see her!" "She's next door." I pressed the intercom. "Lily, bring Poppy in." A few minutes later, Poppy walked in, holding my housekeeper's hand. She wore a beautiful new dress, her hair neatly brushed, clutching a doll even fancier than the one I'd bought her before-Grandpa's gift. When she saw Archer, she instinctively stepped behind the housekeeper. "Poppy," Archer's voice trembled. He crouched down, trying to meet her eyes. "It's Daddy. Daddy came to see you..." Poppy looked at me. I nodded gently. 12:39 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa!

21.1% Chapter 9 She slowly stepped forward but kept her distance. "Poppy." Archer's eyes were red. "Daddy messed up. Really. Can you forgive me? I'll love you so much from now on. Only you..." Poppy listened quietly, her little hands clutching the doll tightly. After a long pause, she finally spoke softly. "Daddy, is Felicity better now?" Archer froze, then nodded quickly. "Yes. Yes, she's better. Daddy gave her his kidney. She's healthy now..." "Oh." Poppy looked down and scuffed her shoe against the carpet.

"So does that mean Daddy can stay with Felicity and that lady all the time now?" "No! Daddy's only going to be with you and Mama from now on!" Archer said desperately. Poppy looked up. Her eyes-so much like mine-held a calm beyond her years. "But Daddy, I don't want to forgive you." Archer went completely still. Mama told me," Poppy continued, "Daddy loves me. But Dandy loves Felicity more. So Daddy chose to hurt me to Felicity. Mama said I have to remember this pain, so I won't get tricked by Daddy again." e paused, then added, "And Grandpa's really nice to me. Mama only loves me.

I don't need Daddy anymore." Each word was like a small hammer, pounding on Archer's already shattered heart. He collapsed onto the floor, covering his face, shoulders shaking violently. Was he crying? Maybe. But it didn't matter to me anymore. I stood up and walked over to Poppy, taking her hand. "Come on, baby, Grandpa's waiting for us at home for dinner." We walked out of the conference room, leaving Archer along on the cold floor. Before I closed the door, I looked at him one last time. 12:39 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Heep Your Hands Off My Villa!

21.3% Chapter 9 The man who used to shine so brightly in my eyes was now curled up in a ball, broken and pathetic. Later, I heard that Archer and Ivy never got married. After bankruptcy, he found some ordinary job, barely making ends meet. Ivy seemed disappointed in him. They fought constantly. Eventually, they went their separate ways. Felicity stayed with her mother. Occasionally, Archer would take her for a couple of days, but their relationship was nothing like before. As for Poppy and me, we only moved further ahead. My father handed over part of the company to me, and I expanded it.

Poppy started elementary school. Every now and then, she'd mention Daddy, but she didn't cry anymore. She'd just say calmly, "Daddy chose someone else. I chose Mama and Grandpa." Sometimes, late at night, I'd think about that skinny boy in the library ten years ago, sneaking glances at me. I'd think about that grand, dazzling drone proposal by the river. Then I'd get up and check on my daughter sleeping in the next room. Moonlight spilled across her peaceful little face, her long lashes casting soft shadows. I leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.

"Mama's here." "Always." (0) (0) 12:39 Grandma Doesn't Know Me? Then Keep Your Hands Off My Villa! 21.6% Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella's storytelling style is immersive and addictive-perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.