"Sandra" Grandpa Porter fixed his penetrating gaze on Sandra.
"Is there any truth to this?"
Given his granddaughter's temperament, she wouldn't even spare a glance for Margaret, let alone take the initiative to greet an illegitimate son like Tyler.
Yet the unwavering certainty in the words of Jonathan and the other two made it hard to dismiss their claims outright.
"Grandfather, that's not what happened—" Sandra's chest heaved with barely suppressed fury as she glared daggers at Tyler and his companions.
"I..." She wanted to explain, but the words stuck in her throat.
After all, to any outsider, it would indeed appear that she had approached Tyler first.
Margaret lowered her eyes, the misty depths of her gaze concealing a triumphant smirk. *You little wretch.
Let's see you talk your way out of this one.*
Grandpa Porter took one look at his granddaughter's flustered expression and immediately understood the truth of the matter.
