My Parents Hid My Billionaire Grandpa by the Back Exit at My Brother’s Wedding—Twenty Minutes Later, Everything Changed

at the wine, swirling it in my glass. “I’m exhausted.”

He chuckled. “Good. Means you’re actually working.”

I looked at him, seeing the lines deepening in his face, the way his hands shook slightly when he lifted his glass. “Are you scared?” I asked.

He didn’t pretend confusion. “Yes. But not of dying.”

“Of what, then?”

He gazed at the vineyard stretching continue reading …