Chapter 28
Author: Poen Konnet
last update2025-06-12 18:31:51

Charlotte watched Logan stand up and walk away, a warm feeling swelling in her chest.

Logan opened the door.

As expected, standing there in cold authority was Grandma Sullivan, flanked by none other than Harry, Ava’s father, whose narrowed eyes gleamed with disdain the moment they met Logan’s.

The air between them thickened instantly.

Grandma Sullivan didn’t wait for pleasantries.

Instead, the fake smile on Grandma Sullivan’s face vanished the moment she saw Logan.

“You disrespectful brat!” she snapped, her hand flying toward Logan’s face.

“What the hell took you so long to answer the door? Were you racing a snail or what?!”

But Logan’s hand shot up, grabbing her wrist mid-air.

The moment Grandma Sullivan saw Logan clutch her hand, her eyes blazed.

“How dare you!” she snapped, struggling to yank her hand free to deliver another slap.

But no matter how hard she pulled, she couldn’t break loose.

Seeing this, Harry’s face turned crimson with fury.

The audacity. The nerve!

How dare L
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