Kneeling for a Second Chance Novel

---- Chapter 365 The thought startled Wendy herself, and she quickly dismissed it. She released Valeria , her nails having left raw marks across Valeria's arm. "Jane, look at your grandmother. Did you see how happy she is now that I've come back? Don't you want her to live a good life in her old age?" Wendy spoke gently, trying to coax Valeria. "From now on, I can take care of her. I'll bring her to Slate City, make sure she gets the best treatment, and stay by her side like the daughter she can rely on. And for you, I'll be the mother you never had.

I can give you everything you missed out on. "If it's money or power you want, I can give you both. I can even have Alexander adopt you as his daughter. Didn't you always want a mom and dad? "Jane, you don't want the Grants to learn about our relationship , do you? As long as you agree , we can keep this between us for life. No one ever has to know." Wendy smiled warmly as she took Valeria's hand. "Divorce Sebastian. If you can't manage it yourself, I'll get you the best lawyer. Sebastian is the heir to the Grant family.

He won't say no, not unless he's ready to give up on his inheritance." ---- Valeria stared blankly at her. Just moments ago, Wendy was vicious and full of hate. Now she was suddenly playing the part of a gentle, loving mother. Valeria let out a faint laugh, but to her, even the sun felt cold. The irony cut deep. Wendy kept her eyes on Valeria, but Valeria only gave a faint laugh, as if she'd just heard a joke. Then, behind them, came the faint click of a lighter. The sound was faint, almost carried away by the wind, but it sent a chill straight through her.

Wendy's body jolted, and she slowly turned. The black iron gate on the ground floor stood open, anda tall, lean man leaned against it. He propped lazily against it, eyes half-closed, and with a cigarette clamped between his mouth. He then looked up, his stare icy and unyielding. A shiver shot through Wendy. She had always carried herself with polished dignity, but now it faltered. She had no idea when Sebastian had arrived, or how much he had heard. His stare was cold and unyielding , enough to make her flinch. Sebastian let out a stream of smoke, his tone flat, giving nothing away.

"Are you done talking?"