"What... what..."
Sophie Allen was even more confused, staring blankly at Jasmine Clarkson.
"Madam, what are you talking about? Ryan Battleson is your grandson, don’t you rember?"
Sophie frowns, an idea flashing in her mind.
Could it be that the old lady has so kind of disease, like intermittent amnesia? Otherwise, given her character, she would not ignore her grandson’s illness.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have rushed to send soone to the Allen family to propose a marriage match, all to bring good fortune for this grandson.
"Charlotte, I do indeed have two grandsons."
"But the Ryan you’re talking about is actually my elder grandson—Justin Battleson."
The last na, Jasmine Clarkson pronounced with a resounding force, emphasizing every word.
Sophie was stunned.
Completely at a loss.
How could Ryan Battleson be Justin Battleson?
One is severely ill, wheelchair-bound, and horribly disfigured, the other is healthy, tall, and handsoly dashing.
How could they possibly be the sa person!
"Madam, are you ill?" Sophie asked softly, her voice gentle.
She was afraid of upsetting Jasmine Clarkson.
"Sophie Allen."
At this mont, a cold voice echoed.
Sophie swiftly turned her head, only to see a tall man striding towards her leisurely.
His hair was neatly styled, he wore a handmade black suit, and his deanor radiated lavishness with every move he made.
"Mr. Battleson."
Sophie responded with a slight nod.
"Justin, since you’re here, why don’t you personally apologize to Charlotte." Jasmine Clarkson stared sternly at her eldest grandson, her tone becoming heavier.
Apologize?
Sophie was taken aback.
Could it be that the old lady knew about Justin’s intrusion into the bridal chamber?
So, did she know they had shared the sa bed last night?
Embarrassnt swept over her instantly.
Sophie’s face flushed bright red, even to her ears.
Justin Battleson’s deep gaze had been fixed on her the entire ti and he caught the change in Sophie’s complexion.
She was smart, quite smart.
But, she was also quite naive.
Despite Jasmine’s explicit explanation, Sophie neither doubted things nor did she understand...
He was guessing Sophie had misunderstood.
"Grandma, I apologize to Sophie Allen, I shouldn’t have shared a bed with her last night."
Justin Battleson barely curved his lips, a hint of mockery playing at the corner of his mouth.
Sophie imdiately lowered her head, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.
However, she didn’t notice the shock on Jasmine’s face.
"You two... slept together?"
The shock turned into delight.
With her head lowered, all Sophie could feel was a buzzing in her head, she had no attention to spare for anything else.
Biting her lip, she quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, Madam, but nothing happened between us last night."
The expression of disappointnt beca apparent on Jasmine’s face again, she muttered to herself, "Nothing happened? How can nothing have happened?"
"Nothing happened, it’s just a misunderstanding."
Sophie wrung her hands nervously in front of her, nearly crying as she said, "It’s all my fault for sleeping so deeply last night, this kind of thing won’t happen again."
As she spoke, she looked up at the man standing across from her, her eyes glistening with a pleading glimr, as if begging him.
She hoped he could explain a little more, to help her out of this embarrassing situation.
After all, what happened last night, it wasn’t entirely her fault, was it?
If Justin Battleson hadn’t gone to sleep in that room, they wouldn’t have...
"Grandma, I’ll explain everything to you tonight, I need to head to the office now."
Justin said his goodbye indifferently and turned to leave.
Sophie’s mind was a ss.
When she finally collected herself, she said goodbye to the old lady and hurriedly rushed out.
By the ti she reached the front door, she didn’t see any sign of Justin Battleson and assud that he had left.
At that mont, a black Maybach slowly pulled up beside her.
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