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Chapter 362
Chapter 362:
Brogan’s face was burning. A rare, deep red flush crept up his neck and covered his ears. He stepped forward, opening his mouth to shout the truth into his grandfather’s ear. A treacherous corner of his heart thrilled at the word “fiancée,” but the rational part of his brain was screaming in panic.
But as he looked at the old man’s face — seeing the pure, absolute joy radiating from a man who had been given three months to live — Brogan’s heart broke.
He leaned down and put his mouth close to June’s ear.
“June, please,” Brogan whispered, his voice thick with desperate pleading. “His blood pressure has been dangerously high all week. The doctors said any sudden shock could trigger a stroke. Just — just play along for five minutes. I beg you p>
June felt the warm breath against her ear. She looked at Brogan’s desperate eyes, then back at the dying old man holding her hand so tightly.
The cold, logical scientist in her screamed to correct the misunderstanding. But the deeply empathetic woman who had helped Mrs. Higgins in the hallway just minutes ago could not bring herself to crush the old man’s joy.
June let out a microscopic, defeated sigh.
She relaxed her expression, looked back at Old Mr. Clements, and offered a stiff but warm smile.
“Thank you, sir,” June said softly.
Old Mr. Clements clapped his hands together. “Wonderful! So, when is the wedding? You must hold it at our Long Island estate! The gardens are perfect in the spring p>
𝘔𝗼ѕ𝗍 𝗋е𝘢𝘥 𝗍𝗵i𝘀 𝘸e𝘦𝗸 𝘰ո
June’s smile became strained. She felt a bead of sweat form at the back of her neck. “We… we are not rushing things. Your health is the priority right now p>
“Nonsense!” the old man barked affectionately. “We must lock this down! Nurse! Open the safe p>
Brogan panicked. “Grandpa, no, that’s too much p>
“Shut up, boy!” Old Mr. Clements snapped. “This is for my granddaughter-in-law p>
The nurse quickly opened the wall safe and handed the old man a heavy, faded blue velvet box.
Old Mr. Clements opened it with trembling fingers. Resting on a bed of white silk was a massive, breathtakingly beautiful sapphire brooch surrounded by flawless diamonds — the legendary Clements family heirloom, passed down only to the matriarch of the house.
He grabbed June’s hand and pressed the heavy box into her palm, closing her fingers over it.
“Keep it safe, my dear,” he whispered.
June held the box. It felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds. She was trapped in a bizarre, deeply awkward situation born entirely of good intentions and extreme wealth.
But outside the room, the situation was anything but amusing.
Through the half-open slats of the window blinds, a pair of eyes watched the entire exchange.