Grandfather Hale didn’t even bother easing into it, just went straight for the jugular. His expression was calm, his tone measured, but there was no mistaking the sharpness behind his words. He didn’t look like a man content with half-truths or vague answers. Nope, this was the kind of guy who thrived on control, precision, and, unfortunately for me, exposing liars.
“I had hoped,” he started slowly, his voice carrying that unsettling calm, “that you were with my grandson because of his money.”
I blinked, unsure whether I should be offended or relieved. Was he seriously saying he wouldn’t mind if I were a gold digger?
He didn’t wait for a reaction, just kept going. “That wouldn’t have been ideal, of course, but at the very least, it would mean he might finally settle down and have a fami
