The Drifter's Memoir of a Second Life

Trivialities?!

Harry's cheek flushed beet red, as he clearly believed that it was a big deal that he decided my fate, and it hurt him a lot more than insulting him.

He growled through his teeth in frustration, "You can stop pretending! You were just holding a grudge because I stopped our parents from taking you home, and now you want revenge against me and my sister!"

I finally had enough and burst out laughing.

But when I stopped, I narrowed my eyes coolly. "Mr. Grant, don't you think you're flattering yourself? Revenge against you? Who do you think you are?

"If anything, I should thank you for being so determined in stopping your parents from taking me back. Otherwise, Carl Simpson wouldn't have adopted me as his granddaughter, nor would I gain my present accomplishments… So why would I hate you at all?"

My words were indifferent, but also knives that cut deep into Harry's heart.

Still, his eyes soon lit up, and he laughed as if he had won. "Carl Simpson?! Bullshit! Did you think that changing your last name to Simpson makes you related to Carl?! Dream on! Someone like you won't even make it through their front door!"

But even as he finished, a black luxury car quietly stopped beside us, and a towering man with an air of nobility alighted.

He did not even look at Harry as he hurried to my side, draping a jacket over my shoulders, and tousled my hair affectionately.

"What are you hanging around for, Ruby? Grandpa is getting anxious…"

He trailed off, as it was only then that he noticed Harry. "Who's this?"

I hugged Yannick's arm and beamed. "Oh, just someone who came in for a consultation. We're just talking."

Harry froze as he stared at me hugging Yannick's arm intimately, and then at the luxury car that was a clear symbol of status.

He was not stupid and certainly recognized Yannick, the heir to the Simpsomnia conglomerate.

He was also aware that everyone in the Simpson family doted on Yannick's adopted sister.

However, he just never imagined that it would be me.

He couldn't help remembering that girl who kept tailing him everywhere in that bleached white dress, always calling out to her brother gingerly.

But now, the same girl was beaming and hugging another man's arm, while he was no longer her brother.

Even as Harry spaced out, I got into Yannick's car and left.

-

The next day, Claire informed me that Harry secured himself another consultation, complaining even as she sorted out some files, "Don't you think there's something wrong with that man, doc? He was completely skeptical not two days ago, and now, he's completely sucking up to you."

Pausing, she then exclaimed, "Wait, I think he must have found out that you're Carl Simpson's granddaughter and wants connections!"

I smiled but said nothing, signing and approving the consultation.

Let's see what tricks Harry was up to this time.