The second I saw my grandfather, my survival instinct came roaring back to life. It was like my body suddenly remembered it wasn't ready to give up yet.
I clung tightly to the piece of driftwood that had kept me alive and called out with a broken, trembling voice.
"Grandpa!"
The bodyguards behind him immediately dove into the water and pulled me back to shore. My grandfather didn't care that I was drenched. He rushed forward and wrapped me in his arms without hesitation.
The servants watching from the side were completely shaken by the scene. They sucked in a sharp breath, stepped back instinctively, and started whispering among themselves.
"Who is this old man? Why does he have so many bodyguards? He looks like someone you definitely don't want to cross."
"Could Miss Coppola really
