Chapter 87

"Get lost." Stanley had a grandson of his own and couldn't stand those bratty kids. Elise, on the other hand, was pleasant to look at. She could eat as much as she wanted. Of course, there was a bit of love by association involved. Henry ended up freeloading at the cottage for two whole days. At night, he'd rather sleep on the damp floor than leave. In the end, Stanley had to shoo him away with a broom. But he never imagined that just as he'd gotten rid of one troublemaker, another one showed up. "What are you doing here?" Atticus Fuller set down the food he had brought, unfazed by his grandfather's hostility. "Dad told me to check on you. I didn't really want to, but he wouldn't let up. If you're that unhappy, why don't you come back and teach him a lesson yourself?" Stanley had never married. Atticus's dad was a boy he had picked up and raised like his own. He sometimes thought, if only he had picked up a daughter instead. But even then, he probably wouldn't have had the means