A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 234

A waiting castle

Amber POV

I sat quietly beside Grandfather’s hospital bed, trying to process everything he had told me.

The engagement.

The kidnapping.

The castle.

The Vincents.

Every answer seemed to create a dozen new questions.

For a few moments, neither of us spoke.

The steady rhythm of the heart monitor filled the silence between us.

“You know what bothered me the most?” Grandfather finally asked.

I looked up.

“What?”

His expression turned thoughtful.

“You weren’t traumatized.”

I frowned immediately.

“What do you mean?”

A sad smile crossed his face.

“When children are kidnapped, they usually come back frightened.”

A pause.

“They cry.”

Another pause.

“They have nightmares.”

I knew exactly where he was going.

“They don’t trust people anymore.”

Grandfather nodded.

“Exactly.”

His gaze drifted toward the hospital window.

“But not you.”

A strange feeling settled in my chest.

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“You came home dirty.”

Apause.

“Hungry.”

Another pause.

“Completely unbothered.”

I stared at him.

That sounded ridiculous.

“You expected me to be traumatized?”

Grandfather laughed softly.

“Honestly?”

A small smile appeared.

“Yes.”

That made me smile too.

“You were three years old, Amber.”

The smile disappeared from his face.

“Three.”

His voice softened.

“And somehow you acted as though you’d just come back from a vacation.”

I blinked.

“What?”

Grandfather nodded.

“The doctors were confused.”

A pause.

“The psychologists were confused.”

Another pause.

“I was confused.”

The more he spoke, the stranger the story became.

“Did I say anything?”

His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“Very little.”

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That wasn’t surprising.

You never explained what happened.”

“What?”

Grandfather nodded.

“We asked.”

A pause.

“We begged.”

Another pause.

“We even tried bribing you with ice cream.”

I couldn’t help laughing.

“And?”

Grandfather sighed dramatically.

“You refused.”

That sounded exactly like something I would do.

“What did I say?”

His expression became oddly serious.

“You said it was a secret.”

The laughter died instantly.

A secret.

Something cold slid down my spine.

“That’s all?”

Grandfather nodded.

“Every time.”

A pause.

“‘It’s a secret.””

The words felt familiar.

Not remembered.

Recognized.

“As you grew older, we hoped you’d remember.”

His gaze lowered.

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“But you never did.”

maybe I had.

Maybe the memories were simply buried somewhere too deep to reach.

“What about the Vincents?”

Grandfather’s expression darkened immediately.

For the first time since waking up, genuine anger appeared in his eyes.

“They acted perfectly.”

That answer surprised me.

“What?”

“The engagement was dissolved.”

A pause.

“They accepted it gracefully.”

Another pause.

“They were polite.”

His jaw tightened.

“Too polite.”

I understood immediately.

Because sometimes the most dangerous people smiled while planning your funeral.

“You thought they killed my parents.”

It wasn’t a question.

Grandfather closed his eyes.

“Yes.”

The answer came instantly.

No hesitation.

No uncertainty.

“Your father discovered something.”