Chapter 5
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Because I was very clear that he and I could never be together.
In terms of status, I fell far short.
He was the authority figure of the Grant family, and even though our Lawrence family had connections with the Grant family for generations, it still couldn't be me.
Frost Lawrence from the main branch of the Lawrence family was the suitable match.
I also didn't feel that Sterling Grant couldn't live without me.
After all, we had been together for two years, and I was just his hidden canary, and perhaps he thought so too.
So when I told him I was getting married, he gave me one million without hesitation.
When I proposed ending this relationship, he only told me to never appear before him again, without any attempt to keep me.
So, all canaries are the same, and I would not be an exception.
Under Sterling's cold gaze, I lowered my head.
"Uncle Grant, I have something to attend to, I'm a bit pressed for time."
The title "Uncle" had long become unfamiliar, and now I was using it again.
Sterling Grant's gaze grew colder.
"Look up."
I slowly raised my head, meeting his cold eyes.
When his thin lips approached, I sensed a familiar aura and had already habitually closed my eyes.
But he suddenly stopped.
"Let's go, I'll take you home."
He withdrew his hand, turned to get my coat, leaving me standing there in unexpected awkwardness.
As he opened the door, he paused his steps again.
"I don't like being called Uncle Grant. Don't call me that anymore."
I was slightly taken aback—hadn't I always called him that since childhood?
When Grandmother was still alive, she had taken me to the Grant family.
I was seven at the time, and he was fifteen.
I didn't understand the difference between an adopted son and a biological child.
But in the eyes of the Grant family, there was clear prejudice.
For example, he wasn't allowed to eat at the table and could only eat with the servants; he couldn't ride in the same car as the Grant children to school—he had to wait for the next car or walk to school.
None of the Grant children would play with him because he wasn't truly a member of the Grant family.
Of course, Sterling Grant in his youth wasn't as profound and severe as he is now.
At that time, I also said to my grandma.
"That brother is the most handsome one, they don't play with him, I want to go play with him."
But grandma told me that I shouldn't call him brother, I should call him Uncle Grant.
Since then, I've always followed behind him, calling him Uncle Grant.
In the car, he didn't say another word to me until the car stopped at the entrance of Chester Springs Hotel.
I was about to say thank you.
He got out of the car even faster than I did.
"Room 8888?"
I nodded, he started walking, then stopped.
"Isn't time tight? Why aren't you coming?"
I was slightly taken aback, was he going too?
He turned around, draped the coat in his hand over me, and directly took my hand, pulling me into the hotel.
He also instructed someone to turn off the cameras in front of room 8888 and cut off all contact between room 8888 and the outside world.
The entire hotel immediately went on high alert.
I almost forgot, Chester Springs is his Grant family's property.
