Since Kiana Sutton was little, aside from Gordon Sutton, only the old lady had protected her and loved her unconditionally.
Although she wasn’t the direct cause of the old lady’s fainting and hospitalization, she was still an indirect participant, and that made her feel unbearably guilty.
When Kiana Sutton cried, she couldn’t make any sound; when she was too sad, her body shook with sobs, making anyone who saw her ache with sympathy.
The old lady gently stroked her head, "Alright, alright, don’t cry anymore, it’s all fine now."
The old lady’s comfort only made Kiana Sutton feel even worse; with guilt she signed, "I’m sorry, Grandma, I’m so sorry..."
"It’s not your fault, why are you apologizing?"
Kiana Sutton shook her head, feeling too miserable to even know how to express her feelings to the old lady.
Suddenly, she signed to the old lady: "Grandma, I don’t want to be the vice president of the foundation anymore."
Thinking carefully, ever since grandma announced she’d be the vice president of the foundation, the house hasn’t had a single peaceful day.
If she didn’t take the position, there wouldn’t have been so much conflict.
The old lady sighed softly, "Kiana, are you blaming grandma?"
Kiana Sutton quickly shook her head; grandma was only thinking of her, how could she bla her?
"Kiana, listen to grandma. This vice president position—you must take it."
Seeing Kiana Sutton’s confused expression, the old lady gently continued: "Neva is kind but too soft by nature, but Rosalind Joyce is quite forceful. In truth, between the two of them—putting other things aside—Rosalind Joyce is actually best suited to be president."
"But as you’ve seen, whether as the foundation’s vice president or as a person, Rosalind Joyce has no compassion, only power and desire. If the Albatross Foundation really ended up in her hands, she would eventually destroy all the work your grandpa and I put into it over our lives."
"While I’m still alive, I can still keep Rosalind Joyce in check. But I’m old now. If one day I suddenly go, there’s no doubt Rosalind Joyce will use every possible ans to seize the foundation for herself."
When Kiana Sutton heard this, her heart clenched tight and she signed anxiously, "Grandma, you’ll live a long life, it won’t ever happen..."
The old lady grabbed Kiana Sutton’s hand, stopping her from signing further. "Kiana, everyone has their ti. I’ve lived healthy to eighty-eight—already a special blessing from above. Life and death don’t an much to anymore."
Saying this, the old lady sighed again, "What worries most now is you and the foundation. I nad you vice president so you could help Neva and, at the sa ti, keep Rosalind Joyce in check. I never expected Rosalind Joyce would pull a stunt like that to set you up."
Kiana Sutton paused in surprise, "Grandma, you believe I didn’t collude with anyone else to trick Rosalind Joyce?"
The old lady smiled faintly, "I’ve known you since your freshman year. After all these years, I know very well what kind of person you are. Besides, you love Ethan so much, how could you let the Sinclair Family get swept up in a storm of public opinion?"
The old lady’s trust made Kiana Sutton’s eyes fill with tears.
When Quentin Sinclair sent Rosalind Joyce’s video online, she’d been utterly terrified.
She was afraid the old lady would think she’d stooped to anything for the vice president’s chair, and lose all hope in her.
How could she deserve such unconditional trust from grandma?
She wiped her tears, then signed as though steeling herself: "Grandma, don’t worry. I’ll do my best to assist Auntie, manage the Albatross Foundation, and help as many people in need as I possibly can."
The old lady’s face finally broke out into a smile. "Mm, grandma believes in you."
Then, the old lady caressed Kiana Sutton’s cheek and said, "Kiana, living isn’t easy. Whatever you want, go for it. Even if things don’t turn out how you hoped, don’t let yourself live with regrets."
Kiana Sutton’s body stiffened slightly; she knew the old lady was talking about Ethan Sinclair.
How could she not want to fight for it? But Ethan Sinclair was too prejudiced against her, and his heart was still with Kate Lynch. She didn’t know what to do anymore.
...
The old lady stayed in the hospital for three days, with Kiana Sutton at her side the whole ti.
Rosalind Joyce tried repeatedly to visit the old lady, but she was refused every ti.
This made her frantic with worry, convinced Kiana Sutton had poisoned the old lady’s ears against her, and she resented Kiana Sutton even more.
"What? Mom wants to be prepared to publicly apologize to Kiana Sutton?"
When Rosalind Joyce heard this, she nearly exploded.
"Why? Kiana Sutton clearly set up!"
As she spoke, she clung tightly to Marcus Sinclair’s arm. "Honey, you have to stand up for !"
Marcus Sinclair impatiently shook free of Rosalind Joyce’s hand. "You couldn’t even handle this tiny matter, and you have the nerve to ask to help you?"
"How was I supposed to know Ethan Sinclair would get involved? If it hadn’t been for him, Jacqueline Warren would already be out of the country."
At this, Marcus Sinclair’s brows knitted tightly. "Doesn’t Ethan Sinclair hate that mute wife of his? Why would he help her?"
"Isn’t it obvious? They’re family, after all. What really shocked was how Kiana Sutton pretends to be all soft and bullied, but her tactics are terrifyingly clever. I underestimated her this ti."
Marcus Sinclair snorted coldly. "Kevin’s just joined the firm, so you’d better not pull any nonsense that would ruin his prospects, or I won’t let you off."
With that, Marcus Sinclair left, and Rosalind Joyce, in a rage, swept everything off the table onto the floor.
Kevin, Kevin—he only ever thinks about that bastard son of his!
No one’s on her side; everyone treats her like she’s invisible!
But the old lady was far too disappointed with her this ti; she couldn’t afford to be hasty and could only swallow it for now, then think of another way.
The only thing Rosalind Joyce hadn’t expected was for the old lady to call a press conference as soon as she left the hospital; in front of the dia and reporters, she made Rosalind Joyce publicly apologize to Kiana Sutton.
Then, the old lady announced she was removing her from the position of vice president, making Kiana Sutton the sole vice president of the Albatross Foundation.
Rosalind Joyce tried to play dirty and only ended up losing everything; now she could only regret her actions.
As soon as the conference ended, Rosalind Joyce glared fiercely at Kiana Sutton, her eyes red and cursing, "Kiana Sutton, don’t get cocky. The humiliation I suffered today—I’ll pay you back double in the future!"
Rosalind Joyce stord off in anger, and right afterwards, Kiana Sutton received a text from Quentin Sinclair.
"Congratulations, victorious in battle. I used to underestimate you, but from now on, let’s work together for mutual benefit."
Kiana Sutton didn’t respond—instead, she imdiately blocked Quentin Sinclair’s number.
Since the old lady got hurt, Kiana Sutton hadn’t been ho for days; Ethan Sinclair never ssaged her, and every ti he ca to visit the old lady, he acted as if she didn’t exist, not even glancing at her once.
Now that the old lady was discharged and the foundation’s affairs had settled, Kiana Sutton called a cab to head back to The Montpellier Estates.
Her phone suddenly buzzed—it was a news alert.
"Stellar Entertainnt’s princess Kate Lynch and Evercrest Group’s president Ethan Sinclair’s couple’s bracelets exposed, sparking engagent rumors."
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